Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

When Feng Lidan saw Wen Xiaoai's red and swollen face, he frowned and changed his face.

"What's wrong with your face? Who hit it?!"

As if he had suddenly changed his personality, he suddenly became a murderous and vicious villain from the just now Young Master Qianqian.

Wen Xiaoai, who was aggrieved in his heart, was concerned and comforted, and his emotions burst out all at once.

"Woo..."

She whimpered, but immediately squashed her small mouth, resisting her crying.

"Feng Li Dan..."

Wen Xiaoai was choked into speech, her two little hands grasped the hem of the clothes tightly, and her tears kept falling.

"Who did it? The patriarch?"

Feng Lidan frowned and asked, wanting to touch her red and swollen face, and fearing it might hurt her, so the trembling hand stopped beside her face, and finally he slowly clenched it into a fist.

The eyes are full of anger and distress, and self-blame.

If he came back earlier, he would never let the little princess get this slap.

Ye Qi can't commit the rebellious patriarch, he is different.

"... She is not my patriarch's grandmother, and the patriarch's grandmother is not like that." Wen Xiaoai felt aggrieved, and she felt uncomfortable at the thought of the patriarch's words just now, so unreasonable.

"The patriarch is really true. If there is anything I can't say properly, what hands should I use?" Feng Li was very angry.

Reach out to pull Wen Xiao Ai up.

"Get up first."

Wen Xiaoai withdrew his hand and continued to kneel: "I can't get up, I'm not wrong."

"Observe, the ground is cold, and my knee hurts for a while." Feng Lidan stretched out his hand again to pull her.

Wen Xiaoai pushed him away and said angrily: "I can't tell, I'm not wrong."

If she got up, wouldn't she admit that she was wrong? !

She didn't want to get up, she didn't want to get up even if she died on her knees.

"I'll take you to the patriarch to make it clear that it's no way for you to kneel here."

"..."

"Xiao Ai." Feng Litan's tone became heavy, and he reached out to pull Wen Xiao Ai again.

Wen Xiaoai avoided, very stubborn.

Feng Litan was helpless, so he had to take out the ointment, and wanted to put it on Wen Xiaoai, but Wen Xiaoai refused it playfully.

"Feng Li, don't care about me..."

"What does it mean to leave you alone? I don't care who you are?!"

Feng Li lost his aura, and wiped Wen Xiao'ai's face with his fingers that had been swiping the ointment, but Wen Xiaoai's head turned angrily.

"Don't make me angry. If I get angry, I will be more fierce than the patriarch."

"Woo..." Wen Xiaoai whispered aggrievedly.

Feng Lidan was defeated at that time.

"Oh, my dear, don't stalk me, my heart will be broken." Feng Litan looked even worse than Wen Xiaoai.

I've been a baby since I was a child, and I don't want to yell at it. I'm so beaten up now, it's strange if I don't feel distressed.

"You don't care about me, no one cares about me..." Wen Xiaoai lowered his head, tears streaming down his face.

Feng Li stood up with anger: "Wait, I will go to the patriarch."

After speaking, his figure disappeared in the hall.

As soon as I arrived at the patriarch, I heard movement from the quiet room.

"Patriarch, how are you?"

It was Ye Qi's anxious voice.

Feng Lidan was shocked, and immediately walked towards the quiet room.

The moment I pushed the door, I heard the conversation between the two.

"Patriarch, let me heal your injuries."

"Don't move the child, you are still hurt, I'm not in the way." The patriarch interrupted weakly.

"Then I will go to my father, Li Yan should be back soon."