"Nian Nian." Feng Yan turned Xia Yinian around, facing him.
As for the woman still clutching his clothes, he outright ignored her.
"Did you really hit someone?" Feng Yan looked at Xia Yinian with indulgence.
"Yan, I didn't." Xia Yinian pouted, gently shaking her head, "Do you not believe me anymore?"
Xia Yinian's act was convincing, like a little girl acting cute to her boyfriend.
"How could I not?" Feng Yan reached out his hand, rubbing her head.
"Brother Yan, it was really her, she hit me. Don't believe her; she's a complete liar."
Feng Chuxue held onto Feng Yan's clothes tighter and then grabbed his arm, shaking it forcefully.
"Chuxue, Nian Nian has no reason to harm you without cause." Feng Yan looked at Feng Chuxue, his voice indifferent.
"Besides, this is her room, what are you doing here?"
Thinking about the difference in his attitude towards Xia Yinian and herself, Feng Chuxue cried harder.
