Crooked?
After hearing this, Feng Chengjie leaned back slightly and narrowed her eyes to look intently for a while.
She confirmed that her vague sense of something being off was accurately pointed out by her third brother.
When she turned her face again, there was an added touch of a smile.
Though the smile retained a cool aloofness, making one feel perpetually distant.
With an imperious glance, she swept over the woman standing calmly and quietly beside her, undeniably beautiful and refined beyond words.
She raised her chin slightly, "What about you? What do you think?"
Gu Zixuan was suddenly caught by the question and looked up to meet those deep, sharp eyes of Feng Chengjie, deeply realizing that the members of the Feng family all possessed eyes that extremely penetrated the soul.
Feng Chengxuan was keen and gentle, although he didn't say much, mostly smiling, yet everything seemed to be understood by him without needing to utter a word.
