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"I wondered why the Princely Heir was so kind to help, so he harbored such thoughts?"
Chunyu Yan raised his eyebrows with a smile, "You said before, I am a businessman."
Feng Yun scoffed, "What benefits did he offer you?"
Without answering, Chunyu Yan stretched out his hand to pick up the hand warmer, leaned back lazily on the soft couch, and looked at Xiao Cheng:
"The person is here, Brother Zicheng, speak your mind."
Xiao Cheng nodded slightly, his gaze deep as he looked towards Feng Yun.
"I came today to ask Ayun in person, why did she abandon me?"
Feng Yun laughed upon hearing this.
She really wanted to hold a mirror that reflected past and present lives to let Xiao Cheng have a good look at himself, at everything he had done. After doing such things, his words and deeds now were laughably ludicrous.
Regrettably, there was no mirror of past and present lives, and the Xiao Cheng before her would not understand her resentment...
"Qi Jun, choose your words wisely."