A Sharp Pain in His Heart

Feng Jiuxiao flipped the page, but he still didn't raise his head. "What's the matter?"

Jin Cheng saw that Feng Jiuxiao's attention was on the draft in his hand, and he didn't want to listen to him carefully at all.

He thought about it and felt that it might not be the appropriate time to talk about this matter.

He simply brought up another matter. "Brother Jiu, haven't you been in the country all these years? Why did you go to Nan Yue's Qi Mountain?"

Feng Jiuxiao looked up at Jin Cheng. "Why are you asking this?"

Jin Cheng laughed. "I'm just curious. The distance between the two countries is so far, and it takes more than a day to travel by plane. How did you manage to accompany Sister-in-law and handle official business?"

Feng Jiuxiao replied, "I have my ways."

In the past few years of accompanying Ling'er at the Qi Mountain, he had indeed traveled both ways. Even if there was a shortcut, it would still take more than half a day.