Feng Yihuan walked inside, not caring to ask when Ye Heng had acquired a place here.
In any case, being able to quietly stay here was good no matter what.
"Ye Heng, I want to be alone in the room for a while, is that okay?"
After entering the living room, she asked softly, her tone cautious, afraid of making him angry.
For as long as he had known her, when had she ever spoken to him like this?
He couldn't help but reach out to pat her head, then nodded, "Come in and rest for a bit, Huanhuan. It's nothing serious, don't worry, everything will pass."
"Thank you..."
Now, apart from a thank you, she couldn't say anything else.
Ye Heng took her hand and led her to the master bedroom, "Huanhuan, rest here for a bit. I'll get an ice pack."
Her face was red and swollen, the handprint very clear.
One could tell how angry Uncle Feng was with that slap.
Feng Yihuan took off her coat and lay under the covers.
Though there was heating in the room, she still felt so cold.
