Seeing Xia Yinian with such a look in her eyes, Feng Yan knew she had suffered a lot at Feng Yifan's hands.
"My purpose, I think you already know very well. Whatever you want, just say it. I will give what I can."
He did not like to beat around the bush, especially since he did not have much time now.
This girl was just preparing food for Gu Beicheng, and if she took too long to return, there would be suspicion.
Xia Yinian just looked at him and said nothing.
She didn't speak, and Feng Yan couldn't understand her meaning: "Do you have any requests? Can you tell me? At least, give me a hint."
"I have no requests." Xia Yinian looked at him, her eyes clear and bright: "I won't speak proactively, but I can't guarantee that Uncle won't find out."
If it weren't for the statement that Feng Yifan was Grandpa's only biological grandson, Yinian would definitely not have helped.
Feng Yifan is simply a madman!
