Song Yunzhao looked rather sheepish, feeling a bit guilty.
At first, Feng Yi didn't understand her expression. But after a moment of thought, he couldn't help but chuckle. He deliberately said to Yun Zhao, "I imagine the Minister of Revenue would be more than willing to share my burdens."
'My poor father,' Song Yunzhao thought, offering him a moment of silent pity.
Feng Yi burst out laughing. Song Yunzhao shot him a reproachful glance. He reached out with his long arms and pulled her into his embrace, certain that Yun Zhao had only been thinking of easing his burdens, completely forgetting about her own father. By the time she realized it, it was already too late.
'This means that in Yun Zhao's heart, I am closer to her than her own family.'
Feng Yi was delighted. This realization greatly improved his mood.
