Bab 70: Feisty __2

Yan Feng let out contented sigh and ran his fingers through his soft, silver hair. His smile was serene, and his eyes were bright with happiness. Now that mother Mei, asked him such question, he was really interested in giving mother Mei a good answer. Yan Feng turned his wife and notice her stare on him. A sly grin spread across his face, his eyes twinkling with mischief. The corners of his mouth turned up in a knowing smirk, and he held the gaze of his wife across from him. There was something cunning about his expression, as if he knew a secret that no one else did. He seemed to be enjoying the effect his smile was having on his wife as she shifted nervously on her seat.