Lin Mengyao finished speaking and turned to run toward the second floor, not looking back.
Chen Feng stared at Lin Mengyao's retreating figure, somewhat stunned.
He certainly noticed the hint of loss in Lin Mengyao's eyes just now, but he didn't quite understand what it meant.
Could it be that Lin Mengyao had already fallen for him, and was disappointed to hear that he intended to compensate her, rather than genuinely care for the marriage?
It seemed unlikely. She should have disliked him, he thought.
With that thought in mind, Chen Feng shook his head helplessly. Merely thinking on his own here wouldn't clarify anything; he would have to take it one step at a time in the future.
...
The next morning.
Although it was the weekend, because of his biological clock, Chen Feng got out of bed early.
It was something he couldn't help. After so many years in the military, rising early had become a habit he couldn't easily change.
