"Do you think I'm pretending?" The person on the bed said disdainfully.
"Aren't you?" Feng Yan frowned.
"Nonsense, why would I pretend to have amnesia? But you, are we very familiar?" Gu Beicheng bent his leg and sat up once more.
He glanced at Feng Yan, as if questioning him.
"Do you have a thing for my fiancée from a wealthy family?" Gu Beicheng raised his eyebrows, "Take her, no thanks needed!"
Gu Beicheng's words made Yu Wanqing, who was eavesdropping outside the door with Gu Qingyang, cry again.
But she bit her lip tightly, refusing to make any sound.
"Of course not, I already have a fiancée." Feng Yan smiled and sat down on the sofa not far away.
"A political marriage is not worth mentioning." Gu Beicheng scoffed and looked at him.
"It's true love." Feng Yan smirked, "Her name is Nian Nian, you should know her."
Gu Beicheng silently glared at Feng Yan, only Feng Yan might understand what that look meant.
"Nian Nian, nice name."
