âNo, I just occasionally come to Miss Xi to ask about some painting problems.â Feng De said.
With that, Gong Ou walked out.
Feng De replied. How could Miss Xi look for Qing Feng?
In the distance, fireworks were floating in the sky.
âYoung Master, Miss Xi might have been delayed because of something, so she wouldnât go find Qingfeng.â
âShe goes out a lot?â
Shi Xiaonian was sitting on a bench on the side of the road, wearing a thick down jacket. Both of her hands were pressed on the chair, and her long hair was pushed up by her slightly bloated collar, as she looked forward with a smile on her slightly flushed face. Her eyes were bent like crescent moons, revealing her pure white teeth.
Gong Ou followed her gaze and saw a young boy standing there dancing in a strange and funny dance. He had an ugly expression on his face, looking like he was pretending to be crazy to make people happy.
It had been four years, and he hadnât seen her smile so happily since he came back.
Feng De sat on the Driverâs seat s, and was a little confused by the scene before him, and was not far from finding the address of Qing Fengâs family.
The good mood that had been building up for the trip back to the twins had vanished.
Gong Ou sat upright on the bench and criticized Shi Xiaonian with a lecturing tone.
Her nervous expression caused Gong Ouâs eyes to grow colder and colder. The colder he looked, the deeper the curve of his lips.
Gong Ou laughed coldly, he was calm and composed, âDonât worry, I wonât use a fruit knife to stab into his palm.â
Shi Xiaonian did not say anything. She walked to the side of the car, pushed her hair back with her fingers and looked down the street lamp. She was slightly worried.
He stood there with his hands in his pockets, rubbing his shoes on the ground, looking at Gong Ou.
The man in front of him was the CEO of the N.E. He was a legendary figure. In front of such a man, Qing Feng really didnât know what to say.
He didnât need to say it.
Gong Ou asked.
Shi Xiaonian stood at a distance and watched this scene, she did not understand what they were talking about. She wanted to go up and take a look, but was stopped by Feng De, who shook his head at her, âminuscule thought, no matter what is happening over there, at least we were peaceful in the past.â
If this was before, Young Masterâs methods of dealing with his love rivals would always be crisp and direct. He wouldnât hesitate to kill himself.