While Feng Xuesong was stunned, Ling Qingyue, who was standing in front of the door, had already made eye contact with the person inside.
On one side are sparkling almond eyes, while on the other side are slender eyes that are carefully outlined and slightly upturned.
There was no unfamiliarity and curiosity in the eyes of the two people who met for the first time. Instead, they were filled with the flash of swords and the shadows that seemed real.
In just a few seconds, their eyes seemed to have fought in the air countless times.
Although the two had fought many times in private, seriously speaking, this was the first time they had met face to face.
The girl's face was calm, as pure as bamboo, but the aura she exuded in an instant made people unable to help but feel frightened. Her star-like eyes were half raised nonchalantly and she glanced down at him condescendingly.
Although she didn't say a word, one could still feel the coldness and murderous intent she conveyed.
Almost as soon as she met those eyes, Ling Qingyue felt an inexplicable fear strike her heart, and her brain went blank for a moment.
But soon, the stinging pain on her lips brought her back to her senses.
It turned out that she bit her lower lip unconsciously at some point.
At such a young age, he has such an overbearing aura. Ling Qingyue was shocked and secretly raised the level of dangerousness of Feng Lingyu.
She calmed herself down, looked back fiercely and viciously, not wanting to show any weakness.
Feng Lingyu looked coldly at the beautiful woman in front of him who was wearing a grey suit and dressed exquisitely. He felt as if everything was settled in his heart.
It's finally here.
Chen Zenian still told Feng Xuesong about her news.
However, she had no interest in meeting a cheap relative.
She had only one goal from beginning to end.
That means sending Ling Qingyue to hell.
Feng Xuesong, who was standing at the back, knew nothing about the confrontation that had just taken place.
Ling Qingyue raised her red lips, revealing a formal smile, and was the first to break the silence: "Hello, you are Xiaoyu, right?"
Feng Lingyu's eyes darkened and he sneered in his heart, "Just pretending!"
Feng Xuesong couldn't wait any longer before she spoke. He walked forward, looked at the girl eagerly and said, "Xiao Yu, I am your father's brother, Feng Xuesong."
"This is my wife, Ling Qingyue. She is also your mother's cousin. I am the second child in the family. You can call me Second Uncle."
After saying that, Feng Xuesong looked at the girl in front of him nervously, wondering how she would respond.
Would she be willing to acknowledge them?
The girl's cold voice sounded, and the content of her words dimmed Feng Xuesong's expectant eyes, "Sorry, my name is Lingfeng, not Xiaoyu as you are talking about. You have found the wrong person."
After saying that, she was about to close the door.
Feng Xuesong became anxious and reached out to stop them, but his hand was stuck in the crack of the door. If the person closing the door used force, his hand would be broken.
"Wait! Xiaoyu, I don't know why you use the alias Ling Feng, but what I said is true. I am also from the Feng family. I have a good relationship with your father. You can trust me."
After saying this in a hurry, Feng Xuesong's fair face turned slightly red with excitement.
It’s easy to imagine how difficult it is for a little girl living alone in Shanghai.
"Xiao Yu, can we talk?" he said sincerely.
"Yes, Xiaoyu, now that you are in Shanghai, we, as your only relatives, should take good care of you."
Ling Qingyue at the side suddenly interrupted, and when she said the only two words, she paused deliberately and curved her lips provocatively towards the girl.
On the surface, the tone contains care and love, but in fact, it hides a strong sense of malice.
She did it on purpose.
The cold aura from Feng Lingyu became heavier and heavier, the murderous intent in his heart kept surging, but his face became calmer.
Suddenly, she chuckled and turned her gaze to her cheap second uncle who was still waiting for her response. His body was tense and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.
"Come in."
The door in front of him opened just like that. Feng Xuesong was still a little bit unbelieving. He strode in quickly, as if he was afraid that the girl would regret it.
The smile on Ling Qingyue's lips froze for a moment.
However, she quickly adjusted her expression and followed calmly.
Ever since Feng Lingyu moved in, the originally dilapidated little western-style building seemed to come alive. The flowers and plants that were once growing sloppily in the flowerbed outside have grown lush, and insects fly by from time to time, making the building look full of vitality.
Following the girl's footsteps and looking at her straight back, she seemed to gradually overlap with the person in his memory. Feng Xuesong had a complicated expression and a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
"Sit down." It was still the cold voice.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room as instructed, Feng Xuesong looked around and found some exquisite little decorations everywhere. It can be seen that the person living here is very creative and must be a person who loves life very much.
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