When drinking tea in the afternoon with Qian Xuan, Liu Zhizhong could also sense it.
Deep down, Qian Xuan had feelings of affection and adoration for Feng Xiaoyue, but being caught in the midst of a high society, he was helpless.
From this perspective, it seemed a bit understandable why Qian Xuan encouraged Liu Zhizhong to win over Feng Xiaoyue.
I can't have her, and I won't let Xiang Wenhua have her either, nor will I let the Zheng Family trade Feng Xiaoyue away. Why not let my little brother Liu Zhizhong have her? Isn't that good?
Perhaps, this was Qian Xuan's intention. His sentiment, or loyalty, was truly reaching a certain height.
Thinking about this, Liu Zhizhong could only manage a wry smile.
If he were to get Feng Xiaoyue, how would he explain to the father-in-law?
Wouldn't this instantly offend both the Zheng Family and the Xiang Family?
Damn, this mortal world, this life, sigh～～～～
At five in the afternoon, sure enough, someone from the Zheng Family arrived.
