In the reception hall of the Chen Family Manor.
While Zhang Beixing was immersed in a sea of books, absorbing knowledge like a sponge, Chen Fenghua was not idle either.
He first brewed a pot of hot tea for Liu Yi, then went into the inner room and did the same for Huo Honghao and Little Wang.
Then, he called Chen Rourou out from the reception hall to a spot behind a large tree in the courtyard.
After confirming that the tree blocked their view, ensuring neither Liu Yi nor Huo Honghao could see them, Chen Fenghua's expression suddenly darkened. "Chen Rourou!" he bit out, his voice heavy. His face was so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it.
Chen Rourou's heart skipped a beat; she had a bad premonition.
From Chen Fenghua's current demeanor, Chen Rourou had already guessed why he had called her over.
Although when she first lied, she had anticipated this day would come.
But she had never expected it to come so soon!
