"How is it?" Feng Sihai hurriedly asked.
"Dad, let mom rest for a while," Feng Yongzhuo said.
Hearing this, and looking at Hua Miaobing's expression, they all knew this matter had failed. It was somewhat expected. Feng Sihai just sighed and immediately went to comfort his sulking wife in the room.
Yu Erjie unintentionally exchanged a glance with Feng Yongzhuo, feeling a jolt: Feng Sihai, the young master, seemed to know everything.
Sure enough, when Feng Sihai came out to fetch water for his wife, he asked his son, "Did you see or hear anything when you were over there?"
"I was listening nearby. It seems the talk is that mom needs to negotiate clearly with Jiayin's grandmother first; Jiayin herself didn't have much of an opinion," Feng Yongzhuo replied.
From this brief sentence, Feng Sihai heard many surprising things: "So you're saying Jiayin knew her mom wasn't dead a long time ago?"
"Yes."
"You knew too?"
"Yes."
"Since when?!"
