Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (23)

"Tang Yebing, shut up!"

Feng Yunan glared at him viciously.

He knew that Wen Ke'er was the only one in his heart, but he was still trying to stir up trouble.

At this moment, Feng Yunan was suppressing the anger in his heart. His face was as dark as a storm.

He exuded a cold and intimidating aura.

Seeing Feng Yunan like this, Tang Yebing knew that he was really angry. It was better not to provoke him.

Knowing that the pair of grandfather and grandson had something to talk about, he left first. "Okay, I'll go out first. Call me if you need anything."

After Tang Yebing left, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the room.

"Grandpa," Feng Yunan called.

Feng Yuanshan sat on the sofa with a cane in his hand. There was a hint of joy on his dignified face. "Sit."

Feng Yunan was not in the mood to sit down and chat. "Grandpa, are you senile?"