His soft voice carried a hint of pity.
Zhuo Ying stood up and gently nestled into his embrace. She lifted her small head to look at the handsome, sculpted face before her, then shook her head with tears brimming in her eyes, "Brother Sheng, I'm fine."
Feng Yueming bent down and lifted her long skirt, only to see that her knees had already turned red from kneeling.
"Nanny Fu, how have you all been looking after Lady Zhuo while I was not home?" he immediately glance at Nanny Fu and the other servants.
Nanny Fu appeared wronged, "This..."
"Don't blame others. It was me who made Zhuo Ying kneel, and it was also me who told her to leave. If you want to blame someone, blame me," Ou Bai Die interjected.
"Mom," Feng Yueming turned to Ou Bai Die, "I've already made myself clear last time. Why do you still make things difficult for Zhuo Ying? I don't see you as a mean-spirited person!"
Mean-spirited?
