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If during lunch at the restaurant, Feng Yize calmly dealt with Feng Jinze and Feng Haoze, leaving Qinghuan shocked,
then, in the afternoon when Feng Yize "happily" sent the reporters away, genuinely protecting her from disturbance, he once again redefined Qinghuan's perception of him.
Sitting in the car, she still found it hard to believe.
In Qinghuan's impression, reporters never pass up on news stories.
But those reporters just now were really sent away by Feng Yize.
"Feng Yize, you were amazing just now."
Qinghuan looked at Feng Yize with undisguised surprise in her eyes.
She felt she had to get to know him anew.
The eyes that shone like water were fixed on him; this was different from the beggar-like Feng Yize she first met, different from his cheeky smile these days, different from his warmth and care.
Yet it seemed somehow the same.
Qinghuan felt a bit bewildered.
"Qinghuan, the way you're looking at me makes it seem like you don't know me."
