"There's something I have to do."
"Sure, but don't stop me either."
Xiao Feimo scratched Feng Qingying's nose, "I can't stop you anyways, you can."
"Yang An has already promised to transport the profound iron over today. As for how this matter should be arranged, we must not implicate Yu Zhen. At the very least, on the surface, we should give a reasonable explanation."
"I'll take care of the rest. You should take a good rest."
Xiao Feimo caressed Feng Qingying's black hair. Her actions were very gentle, and she looked completely different from her usual resolute and decisive self.
Feng Qingying moved closer to Xiao Feimo, closed his eyes and nodded, "Alright."
"Do you intend to make a move tomorrow?"
Xiao Feimo lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingying's forehead, "Rest assured, Yu Zhen and I will not really become sworn brothers."
"Haha, it doesn't matter even if I say my farewells."