Feng Fuce turned around, a slight smile on his thin brows: "Up to mischief again?"
However, his smile quickly faded.
Feng Fuce stood up and placed her hand on his chest.
"Your hand is so cold. Did you run here by yourself?"
Zhi'er nodded, her eyes sparkling: "I couldn't sleep. Daddy carried Mommy away!"
"And I was a bit hungry, so I thought I'd come see what Brother Ce is doing."
Feng Fuce smiled helplessly and seated her in his chair.
He said, "Wait here, I'll have someone prepare something for you to eat."
Zhi'er obediently agreed.
While Feng Fuce was out, Zhi'er lowered her head and saw the document he had just reviewed.
In the east of the city, someone killed his wife. The murderer claimed it was accidental, and his relatives all spoke in his defense.
The matter went to the government, and many villagers gathered to plead for the murderer.
Thus, the government, swayed by public opinion, was uncertain and reported to the court, awaiting a decision.
