Seeing An Xiaoyu's face turn red like a shrimp, Shen Yufeng remained leisurely and carefree, as if it had nothing to do with him.
Old Madam Shen finally stopped coughing and said, "You little scoundrel."
It would've been fine had Old Madam Shen not spoken, but with these words, An Xiaoyu became even more embarrassed!
Cough cough…
She felt so ashamed to show her face!
Seeing how awkward An Xiaoyu was, Old Madam Shen did not say anything more.
Shen Yufeng asked, "Where's Yunqing? Where did he go off to?"
"Him? He ran off early in the morning without a trace. I don't know where he went. He had been cooped up in his room for the past few days, no idea what he was up to. Oh right, the other day I went to his room and found a script on his desk named 'Fated', not sure where he got it from."
An Xiaoyu had just picked up a piece of tofu when she heard this; her hand trembled, and the tofu dropped.
"Grandma, are you talking about 'Fated'?"
