When Feng Chengjin came back, he immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere in the bedroom.
Especially Qiu Zhixuan's face, flushed red like a boiled crab, and his niece's eyes sparkling brightly, made him feel a chill down his spine.
After changing into more comfortable slippers, Feng Chengjin walked towards the bedroom while taking off his suit that faintly smelled of alcohol.
"So late at night, why aren't you sleeping? Why are you in our bedroom?"
Feng Chengjin's voice was cool, devoid of any emotion.
But what's irresistible is that his seductive tone can make anyone's ears tingle.
Feng Yuning ran over to Feng Chengjin with a fawning smile, complimenting her uncle's attractive voice, saying he was still a handsome man at thirty-seven, and added, "I came to see my little brother and listen to stories, can't I?"
See little brother, listen to stories?
Feng Chengjin paused while undoing his tie, glanced sideways at Feng Yuning, and smiled wryly, shaking his head.
