The rarely-used Ao Shi Group blue V account on Weibo quickly posted a tweet.
——"Surname Feng, there's a blood relation? A sister?"
——"Just as expected from a wealthy family; another illegitimate sister popping up to claim inheritance. I can't believe Mr. Feng remains so calm, if it were me, I'd be furious."
——"False alarm. But his fiancée's family owns a mine, so even more illegitimate children dividing the Feng family wealth doesn't matter."
——"People say she's related to Mr. Feng, but I feel that little girl looks more like Su Li, especially her eyes."
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Feng Yi held Su Li's phone, sitting beside her, engrossed in reading.
This form of social media was popular eighteen years ago; they stopped using it about seven or eight years back. It's so amusing, no matter how you look at it, it feels fresh.
Su Li lay on the hospital bed, eating an apple that Feng Huaijin had peeled for her, said: "You should buy her a phone."
