"Did I say Qingling doesn't believe you?"
Chu Junming's expression was somewhat indifferent, and his voice, though steady, carried a tremendous sense of oppression.
Just a glance from him made Jiang Qian's face turn a shade paler.
She instinctively explained, "Brother, don't be angry, that's not what I meant."
"Leave, or go back to your home."
Chu Junming rolled up his sleeves, exposing a bit of his forearm, and raised his eyes to ask Feng Yize, "Where's Qinghuan? Didn't she come with you?"
Feng Yize stepped forward two steps, glanced at the prepared ingredients with his peach blossom eyes, and said with a smile, "Qinghuan and Qingling are on the swing in the garden. Third Brother, if you don't need help, I'll head out too."
"You like cooking so much, how can you leave?"
Chu Junming seemed to have laughed.
But the smile didn't seem warm, Feng Yize even smelled danger.
He immediately thought of what happened yesterday afternoon.
