"You're injured?" Nan Xia asked.
Mentioning this, a flash of anger passed through Feng Jingxuan's eyes: "You have quite the eye for detail."
He let out a cold laugh: "You actually refused my proposal, so just leave. Chenchen has been talking about you. Take good care of him."
After speaking, the man rubbed his brow tiredly, no desire left to talk to her.
Nan Xia glanced at him and then left the room.
She really didn't understand this man. What did his injury have to do with her?
She went to check on Chenchen.
Chenchen was building with his blocks. When he saw Nan Xia, a light flashed through his calm eyes: "Auntie, what were you and daddy talking about just now?"
Nan Xia: "..."
After a moment of thought, she smiled slightly: "Nothing much, just small talk."
Chenchen frowned, somewhat disbelieving: "Daddy even sent me out. Was it not about discussing marriage with you?"
Nan Xia was startled: "Why would you think that?"