Facing Yu Xiaohui's soul-searching question, Chen Feng nodded calmly and replied, "You guessed right."
Surprisingly, Yu Xiaohui didn't seem too angry with this answer; instead, she calmly asked, "With whom? Is it that high school female classmate of yours?"
"Not just her, there's another one."
Chen Feng really was being excessively honest.
This time, Yu Xiaohui couldn't help but get a little angry and said, with a hint of displeasure, "Can't you just not be so honest?"
Chen Feng had a sincere look on his face and said, "I'm not good at lying."
"I'm really impressed by you." Yu Xiaohui couldn't help but look up and sigh.
But she had already come to terms with it before, realizing it was impossible to remarry Chen Feng. The reason was simple: Chen Feng was not short of money. He wasn't the type to rely on someone financially or live off a woman.
