Not Worthy of My Identity

Looking at Feng Qingying's back figure, Xiao Feimo was slightly worried. There were some things that he did not want Feng Qingying to know, and he was afraid that she might have a problem in her heart.

Now that Feng Qingying wanted to see Yue Lanyu, he could no longer hide the part about his background.

He should think carefully how he should explain this to Feng Qingying.

Feng Qingying dressed very plainly, her face was smeared with a layer of soft makeup, her hair was tied up in a simple bun, she was elegant and calm, her gaze was firm, and even in front of a peerless beauty like Yue Lanyu, she was not completely inferior to him, but instead had a different charm, making others unable to ignore her existence.

Yue Lanyu, on the other hand, meticulously dressed up. She was wearing a pomegranate red dress and had rouge on her face.