Crisis

He denied it.

Taking Xuan Yi's arm, Feng Xun heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh god, for a moment there, I thought Boss Jun was going to admit that he was in love with little Feng Wu. What a shock. I'm so relieved now."

"But what if…"

Xuan Yi darted a glance at Feng Xun with a smile. "What if Boss Jun really is in love with little Feng Wu? What will you do then?"

Feng Xun looked befuddled, but he shook his head immediately. "What are you talking about? Boss Jun will never be like that. That girl is a cripple."

In the study.

Emperor Wu glared at Jun Linyuan. "What did you say? I dare you to say it again."

Jun Linyuan smirked. "Why should I? Just because you told me to? Are you kidding me?"

Emperor Wu didn't know what to say.

Jun Linyuan was a man whose words carried weight, and Emperor Wu trusted his son. So… the brat really didn't have any feelings for little Feng Wu?