Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xia Yinian slightly opened her eyes.
Seeing the man coming over, she was a bit surprised.
"Third Young Master, why are you still here? Is something the matter?"
In front of Grandpa, she could call him Third Brother, but when it was just the two of them or outside, she was used to calling him Third Young Master.
"Mhm." Feng Yan nodded and sat down on the single-seater sofa next to the bed.
"What's up?" Xia Yinian tried to sit up.
"Just lie down." Feng Yan waved his hand.
"Oh," Xia Yinian complied, lying down comfortably; although she was lying on her side, it was still more comfortable than sitting up.
The smell of alcohol hadn't worn off yet, and she was feeling uncomfortable.
"You don't like Xia Chuxue?" Feng Yan asked softly.
Xia Yinian glanced at him and lightly pursed her lips.
"This question, Third Young Master, seems like it's not the first time you've asked. I don't like her, that's my answer."
