Feng Xun, What's Wrong with You?

Feng Wu stared at Jun Linyuan in bewilderment.

Meanwhile, Jun Linyuan tossed the warm towel into Feng Wu's lap. "Wipe your hands!"

Feng Wu said, "But they're clean."

Jumping off the bed, Jun Linyuan marched toward Feng Wu. He then began to carelessly wipe her face.

Meanwhile, Feng Xun —

"Feng Xun, Feng Xun!" Xuan Yi finally caught up with Feng Xun, who was standing in front of a cliff. Xuan Yi smiled wryly. "I see you've figured it out."

Feng Xun clenched his fists so hard that blue veins popped on the back of his hands.

"When did you find out?" Feng Xun stared at Xuan Yi!

"Not long, less than a month ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I didn't?" Xuan Yi looked perfectly innocent. "I tried, more than a few times. Think about it."

Feng Xun was speechless.

His head was a mess and he couldn't think straight.

But he began to recall what Xuan Yi told him.