Sun Jiaming watched as Chen Fengjiao sat down beside him. He found her smile a little frightening—not truly frightening, perhaps, but fake. It was unbearable.
'He'd never gotten this kind of treatment on his previous visits. When had Chen Fengjiao ever been so warm toward him?'
Sun Jiaming wanted to shift away from Chen Fengjiao, but he thought it would be impolite and worried she might read too much into it, so he held back. He knew she must want to ask him for something.
"Jia Ming, dear, Auntie wants to talk to you about something."
Chen Fengjiao smiled, thinking to herself, 'Sun Jiaming will never turn me down.'
"Brother Jia Ming, come over here and help me peel some garlic. I'll need it in a minute."
Just as Sun Jiaming was about to open his mouth, Gu'er suddenly called out.
