Feng Yingbai dared not say anything.
In front of Azu’s cold gaze, he could only pull the corners of his mouth and reluctantly smiled and said, “Yes, it’s my uncle’s ill-conceived. We invited Miss Qiao over, just to understand what happened next day. We also know that Miss Qiao was frightened, because we did not speak properly.”
What else can we do?
He is not important in the Feng family, Azu is also here, Caleb is the noble young master of the Song family.
There is still his aunt here at Feng’s house, and Feng Yingbai can’t help but take Caleb seriously, no matter how fat he is.
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