Feng Liyan's expression changed instantly when he saw Wen Xiao'ai's swollen face.
"What happened to your face? Who hit you?!"
He seemed to have transformed suddenly from a gentle young man into a fierce and menacing villain.
Feeling wronged and receiving care and comfort, Wen Xiao'ai's emotions burst forth.
"Uh..."
She whimpered, then immediately pursed her lips, forcing herself not to cry out loud.
"Feng Liyan..."
Wen Xiao'ai choked up with broken speech, her little hands tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, tears falling continuously.
"Who hit you? The Clan Leader?"
Feng Liyan asked with a frown, wanting to touch her swollen face but fearing he might hurt her, his trembling hand stopped beside her face, finally clenching into a fist.
His eyes were full of anger, heartache, and guilt.
If he had come back earlier, he would never have let the Little Princess suffer such a slap.
Ye Qi couldn't defy the Clan Leader, but he was different.
