"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, Uncle?! I didn't force Moyu to marry me at all!" The devil scowled at the blatant accusation. He might not have a loving father growing up, but this old man in front of him was the one who taught him everything he knew until now.
He and Song Fengyan had spent a lot of time together, accompanying and helping Uncle Yang tidying up his vast collection of books at his home. After his nasty accident five years ago, it was Uncle Yang who suggested that he try writing novels for publication.
It was supposed to be some kind of therapy for Feng Tianyi to help him calm his nerves, and to give him mental clarity while being stucked on his wheelchair, but none of them had expected that his first published novel would be so popular under his pseudonym, Qin Jiran.
"What? Don't think I don't know how your mind works, Tianyi. I wasn't born yesterday!" Yang Huan narrowed his eyes suspiciously on the devil.
