Concerns

"Auntie, do you want me to sleep on the sofa so badly?" Feng Jing looked helplessly at Feng Ya, who was hiding the flower pot behind her. He regretted not coming to the guest room earlier than her.

"I want you to sleep in the same room as Xiaotao. You should work harder." Feng Ya looked at Feng Jing as if she expected better from him. She felt that her nephew was good in every way, but he was a little slow when it came to relationships.

"Auntie, I've already told you that Xiaotao and I don't have that kind of relationship." Feng Jing didn't know how to explain it to Feng Ya. Over the years, Yin Tao was indeed the first girl who had been very close to him, so it was inevitable that Feng Ya would misunderstand.

"Do you want to live alone for the rest of your life?" Feng Ya frowned. She had always been very concerned about Feng Jing.