"Feng Xiaoqi, why aren't you laughing? Don't you think it's really funny?" Chaoge rolled around on a chaise lounge until she almost fell to the ground.
However, Feng Xiaoqi looked genuinely worried.
"Sister —" Feng Xiaoqi went up to Feng Wu, tugged at her sleeve, and called her in a pitiful voice.
"Yes?" Feng Wu was busy calculating the materials needed for the Immortal Taiyi formation.
"The Ning family wants to marry you to their son."
"Yes."
"Are you… going to say yes?"
Feng Wu darted a glance at Feng Xiaoqi. "Are you an idiot?"
"What?"
Feng Wu rubbed Feng Xiaoqi's head. "I don't even like that Ning Chenxi. Why would I marry him?"
"…I see!" Feng Xiaoqi secretly rejoiced.
Feng Wu went back to her calculations. She had to come up with all the figures and give them to Grand Secretary Fang's men. She didn't have the time or energy to do the actual work herself.
