Lu Jiang stood rooted to the spot, intending to ask his father what he knew, but the latter had already pretended to start snoring.
When Feng Qingxue heard Lu Jiang describe the situation upon his return, she couldn't help but say, "Dad has already spoken to this extent, it's not just that he suspects something, he has practically guessed the truth. Ajiang, I think we have no need to hide it from him any longer!"
"So we tell him? But if we tell the old man, it adds another risk," Lu Jiang scratched his head, obviously troubled.
Having a father who is too clever can be quite embarrassing, as there is very little you can hide from his piercing gaze.