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Qinghuan was amused by Feng Yize's words.
She asked with a chuckle, "Where did you get that I was mad at you? I'm just worried that you'll get beaten up when you come to G City."
"Ziyang? Or Uncle Wen?"
Feng Yize sounded genuinely frightened, asking cautiously.
Qinghuan laughed on the other end of the phone.
Her laughter was light and joyful.
Feng Yize waited on the other end of the phone.
"Qinghuan, are you done laughing?"
Qinghuan's laughter stopped, "My dad is gentler, if anyone's going to beat you up, it's more likely to be my brother."
"Ah, I see."
Feng Yize prolonged his tone, as if contemplating.
Qinghuan glanced at the phone on the coffee table, pressed a piece of paper with one hand, and continued drawing with the other.
About ten seconds later, Feng Yize's voice was heard, "Qinghuan, if I don't resist and don't fight back, will Ziyang go easy on me? Can you plead with him not to punch my face?"
"..."
Qinghuan's mouth twitched.
