Sometimes, a man's intuition about another man is surprisingly accurate. So, he completely understood how Feng Tianyou must have been feeling at that moment.
Zhuo Junyi stopped crying, her eyes wide as she stared at Su Shijie. "You... Are you saying Brother Tianyou likes Shuang'er?"
But, every time he came to the Zhuo Family, it didn't seem like they talked much, right?
"Alright, silly girl, stop crying already. You didn't mean to do it. Luckily, Shuang'er is fine too. Tomorrow, we'll apologize to her properly."
With Su Shijie's comforting words, Zhuo Junyi finally stopped crying.
At the Feng Family residence, Feng Tianyou was coaxing Lin Zishuang into drinking a calming soup.
Lin Zishuang stayed silent, taking her time, but eventually finished the soup.
Feng Tianyou pulled out a set of pajamas and tugged the bath towel out from under the blanket.
"Shuang'er, put on your clothes first. I'll turn around; I won't look at you."
