Song Yansheng said, "Maybe," leaving Shi Nuan shocked once more.
She deliberately furrowed her little eyebrows, saying, "Oh, maybe... so that means, it might not be?"
Song Yansheng laughed, reaching out to tap Shi Nuan's little nose, "Alright, no maybe, okay!"
Shi Nuan's eyes trembled slightly, staring into the man's ink-black eyes, wanting to discern if his words were true or false.
Song Yansheng's expression was calm, smiling faintly, giving nothing away, leaving Shi Nuan truly in the dark.
This man was always adept at hiding emotions, and she had long been accustomed to it.
After taking a breath, Shi Nuan finally spoke, "So... tell me, Second Uncle!"
Song Yansheng hesitated for a moment, then raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure, Nuannuan? Do you want me to say it?"
Shi Nuan pursed her lips, nodding firmly.
Ji Xiangling knew who the woman was and hinted that the truth would hurt Shi Nuan.
