Feng Ciye wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt and clean jeans. He smiled and retorted, "Is Feng Huaijin forbidding others from visiting Su Li to put her in prison?"
A bunch of burly bodyguards, all muscle and no brains, couldn't argue with Feng Ciye. They stammered, unsure how to respond, and simply stood blocking the door to the ward.
Feng Ciye looked at Su Li through the glass window at the door. Su Li awkwardly smiled and raised her voice, "Let the Fourth Young Master come in."
Feng Ciye had never harmed her.
The group of bodyguards looked at each other and reluctantly made way. Feng Ciye walked in quietly.
Su Li watched him put down the flower basket, and in a daze, remembered when she traveled to the Capital and mistakenly delivered the flower basket meant for Madam Feng to him.
As she was thinking, Feng Ciye had already sat down in the seat beside her, staring with a complex gaze at Su Li's stomach hidden under the quilt.
"I heard you're pregnant?"
