Yixin gasped in anger, remembering clearly how Zheng Haoyu had played this piece many times for Mommy...
For several consecutive days, Zheng Yize was careful in his interactions with Yixin and Yiqiao. Despite Yixin's gloomy face, everyone else in the house treated him fairly well, whether out of sympathy or pity.
Until that morning, Ling Feng appeared once more, his face weary and troubled. He glanced at Zheng Yize, who was cautiously interacting with Yixin in the pavilion, and walked up to Su Nian, "Miss Su."
"Is there something you need?" Su Nian turned her head to look at him.
Ling Feng shouldn't be here to pick up Zheng Yize so soon, as it hadn't yet been half a month.
"I have something to ask of you, Miss Su." Ling Feng slightly lowered his head, his plea evident and sincere.
Su Nian chuckled, "Begging? Isn't that a bit much?"
"But it's necessary, Miss Su. We really need your help with something."
