The tall and handsome guy turned the wheel and blurted out: "Nonsense!"
"In today's society, it's always the eunuch who's anxious, not the Emperor."
With both hands crossed under his head, Feng Yongzhuo's lazy gaze fell out the car window. The green belts along the road retreated behind him as cyclists wove in and out of traffic. Some of those in school uniforms seemed to spark endless daydreams for him.
"You've really never been in a relationship?" The tall and handsome guy noticed a hint of longing flash over his handsome face and whistled.
"No." Feng Yongzhuo replied briskly, making it seem unlikely he was lying.
"Never liked a girl?"
This question probably hit the mark. Feng Yongzhuo stayed silent for a long time.
The tall and handsome guy grinned like a sly cat: "You, the young master, secretly crushed on a girl?"
"I'm not a young master." Feng Yongzhuo corrected him seriously. Actually, it was the tall and handsome guy who was the real young master of a wealthy family.
