But as for him, he stayed at the hotel all day, and even when he went out, he had to pretend to be Feng Ciye. This kind of life was extremely uncomfortable.
Feng Huaijin touched his chin and chuckled softly. It was thanks to this face that looked so much like Feng Ciye's.
The bodyguard behind him whispered, "Mr. Qi, are we going to meet Miss Su now, or...?"
Feng Huaijin's eyes turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Where did Mr. Qi come from? There is only Feng Ciye now. Go give Mr. Gao Wei flowers and wish his concert a successful performance."
The bodyguard shrank his neck, quickly nodded, and said, "Yes, Fourth Young Master."
Feng Huaijin put his sunglasses back on and, accompanied by a few bodyguards, walked towards the backstage of the concert. In no time, he was out of sight.
*
"Xiao Li, what's wrong with you?"
Su Li rubbed her eyes, still unable to shake the confusion in her heart: "I just feel something is strange."
