Song Fengwan was just shocked by Cheng Lan, and now she was shocked again by what the little monk said. She blinked and stared at the back of Fu Chen's head, and her breathing almost stopped.
"Huai Sheng, I…"
"Big Sister, you said just now that you liking Third Uncle has nothing to do with that aunt? Did you forget?" Huai Sheng's eyes were dark and bright, exuding innocence.
"I was just…" I was just forced into a corner.
"Big Sister, you're only seventeen, but your memory is declining like my master's?"
"Third Master, don't listen to his nonsense!"
"We monks don't lie!" Huai Sheng looked serious. "You clearly said it, but you're still not admitting it?"
"I did say it, but the situation was different. You can't say they mean the same thing. In different contexts, the same words have different meanings," Song Fengwan explained to him patiently.
