Feng Zhenzhen looked at Feng Jianxi disdainfully and said mockingly, "You always thought you were smart, but didn't expect you'd get played, right?"
"Cut the crap," Feng Jianxi was unusually frustrated, "It's not that we got played by someone else, we just can never guess what Grandpa is thinking."
His words were indeed true. Although on the surface it seemed like they were played by Qin Cuifen, the one truly pulling the strings was still Grandpa.
Qin Cuifen was merely a pawn.
The Feng Family was just a chessboard. Each of them wanted to be the master, but in the end, they were just pieces.
Feng Zhenzhen was as proud as a princess, "I, Feng Zhenzhen, will surely be the master of the Feng Family."
"Not necessarily."
"Then let's wait and see."
Feng Jianxi chuckled, his eyes full of mockery, but he spoke elegantly, "Zhenzhen, my dear sister, is right! You are Grandpa's favorite heir, everyone in America knows that."
