"You are awfully quiet right now, Tianyi. Something happened?" Song Fengyan asked hours later, once he and Feng Tianyi had finished tutoring the little buns who were now taking a nap on the floor near their dog, Hunter, who had visibly grown over the few weeks he'd stayed with them.
Feng Tianyi flipped the page of the documents his cousin brought with him today. Even though he wasn't actively working at Qing Tian Group, he had to help his mother oversee the deals and contracts their company was receiving from their prospective partners.
"Moyu already knows the truth about me," he said in a voice so low that Song Fengyan almost missed it if he wasn't sitting across him.
