Zhi'er lowered her head, stretching out her two little hands, and carefully scrutinized with her cute furrowed brows.
"Let me see." She reached out her chubby little hands.
Comparing them with the marks on Feng Fuce's clothes.
The little one blinked her big eyes quickly: "It's really my handprint!"
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow: "Who else could it be then?"
Zhi'er pouted, showing innocence on her soft pink face.
"You can't blame Zhi'er, Brother Ce was the one who came over to hold my hand just now."
Feng Fuce's breath grew heavy.
His thin eyes were icy, staring at the little rascal playing tricks in front of him.
Ungrateful little rascal.
Wasn't he just taking care of her?
At this moment, a 200-tael silver note was handed over by a hand in front of Feng Fuce.
He glanced down at the money and then looked to the right.
Zhi'er's brothers hadn't left yet.
