Conflicting

"I was too impatient."

Yan Ruyu thought about it and decided not to give chase.

That little girl, if she were to look for her now, I'm afraid she would be too embarrassed to show her face.

If he were to take another step forward now, it would not be good.

Feng Zhan: "However, I didn't expect that you would take the initiative this time."

"Ji Qinglin's death gave her quite a bit of an impact."

"So you did it on purpose?"

"That way, at least for the time being, I'd like to."

Feng Zhan said, "You really did learn a hundred percent of Father's ability to speak romantic words."

"Brother, is there anything else?"

"Why?"

"If there's nothing else, I want to be quiet."

Feng Zhan shut his mouth. Right now, his state of mind, which was untainted by any blemishes from before, was probably in a bad mood. In his heart, it must have stirred up some big waves.