"Father gets along well with everyone."
The red-clad girl said this, a strange glint seeming to pass through her eyes. In the blink of an eye, it vanished, as though that ripple had merely been an illusion caused by Lin Feng briefly losing focus. Having keenly caught the hint of malice in the girl's words, Lin Feng remained silent.
No matter how she replied, it would be inappropriate.
Unlike Shen Tang and Wu Xian's "Deep Affection Between Siblings," which was nine parts falsehood to one part truth, Shen Tang and Zhai Le's friendship in their youth had at least been nine parts truth to one part falsehood. Shen Tang herself, as the person involved, acknowledged that bond, and whenever she mentioned it, there was always a smile at the corner of her lips. Lin Feng did not know what attitude Zhai Le held, but seeing as the identities of the two had held no conflict of interest back then, Zhai Le should have been sincere toward Shen Tang as well.
Only when both sides were sincere and their temperaments matched could they hit it off.
Yet the red-clad girl said that Zhai Le hit it off with everyone. Not only did she deny the friendship at its root, she also gave the impression that Zhai Le was deep and scheming while Shen Tang was naïve and guileless. Or perhaps Lin Feng was simply overthinking it, and the girl had meant nothing of the sort? Regardless of whether she had, Lin Feng refused to take the bait. "Lord of Zhai Country was uninhibited and unrestrained in his youth, indulging his feelings and following his nature. With such a temperament, who could dislike him?"
Compared with a greasy, sinister viper that might brew venom at any moment, people naturally preferred a warm,