Chapter 102
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Feng Wu kept sneaking glances at Feng Xun. She would like to see how Feng Xun was going to tell the truth.
Feng Xun glared at Mayor Bi impatiently. "Why are you so naggy?! Why don't you hurry up and go?! "
Mayor Bi glanced at Jun Linyuan. Seeing that Jun Linyuan had nothing else to say, he sighed in resignation and left in silence …
Feng Xun glanced at Feng Wu. "We'll be staying here for a while. Are you happy now?"
Feng Wu said, "Who's happy?!"
Feng Xun said, "You don't mean it."
Feng Wu didn't know what to say.
Feng Liu was the one who was really happy. She played with her hair shyly and stole glances at Jun Linyuan every now and then.
The crown prince had abandoned Lingering Garden to live in the dilapidated Feng manor … It had to be for her, right? So, the crown prince was actually … Gosh, she was so shy about it ~
At that thought, Feng Liu blushed and lowered her eyes.
Feng Xun looked at Feng Liu in bewilderment … What was the woman doing? One moment, she blushed, and the next, she looked at Boss Jun shyly. It was so creepy …
Feng Xun didn't have time to talk to Feng Liu. Staring at Feng Wu, he urged her, "Hurry up."
"What?" Feng Wu was bewildered.
Feng Wu felt like breaking down when she heard that they were going to stay here. What else could she do?
"Go prepare our rooms and make our beds. What are you waiting for?" Feng Xun said grumpily. He almost rolled his eyes.
Feng Yiran said in a hurry, "Young Lord, don't worry. The manor may look a little shabby on the outside, but the furnishings are still good. As for the beds, there will be maids and grannies to take care of them."
Feng Liu's eyes lit up and she blushed. She was about to say that she would go and prepare a room for the crown prince when —
Feng Xun smirked. "I want my little cook to prepare a room. None of you do anything. Feng Wu, go!"
Resting her hands on her waist, Feng Wu glared at Feng Xun. "Are you ordering me around?"
"What's wrong with ordering you around? You're my little cook. Am I wrong? " Feng Xun was intimidated by Feng Wu's glare. He stammered, "W- what are you doing?"
"Little chef?" Feng Wu smirked and took a step closer.
Feng Xun stepped back involuntarily and glared at Feng Wu. "Y- don't come any closer —"
Feng Wu smirked. "Do you really think I'm a pushover? Feng Xun, stay there if you want to! If you want to tidy up your room, do it yourself! Don't talk nonsense with me! "
After that, holding her mother's hand in her left hand and her younger brother's hand in her right, Feng Wu stormed off.
Feng Xun stared after her in astonishment. "Sh- sh- was she yelling at me?! Was he going to leave just like that? She's my little chef! "
Xuan Yi glanced at Feng Xun. "She's Feng Wu."
"So what if she's Feng Wu? She gave me the cold shoulder! "Feng Xun was hurt.
Watching Feng Wu leave, Xuan Yi's eyes flickered with admiration. "That's the real Feng Wu."
"She's so mean!" Feng Xun couldn't take it to heart. Pointing at Feng Wu's back, he complained to the others, "She's mean to me!"
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