When Nanheng heard Feng Ling grumbling, he immediately released her.
Feng Ling then took a large step backward, as though she was terrified of him touching her again.
Nanheng watched her defensive expression with distant eyes; his gaze gradually turned cold.
Feng Ling was a boy. It was typical for young men to begin experiencing their first love at his age, and there was nothing unusual about him developing feelings for a beautiful and adorable girl. Feng Ling was typically a cold and indifferent person, but in front of that Feng couple's niece, he was clearly much more patient.
This was very normal.
Nanheng expressionless headed for the business street where their car was parked. Feng Ling followed him without glancing back at Qin Shuke who was staring at her with wide eyes.