As soon as she heard there would be a scar, Cheng Ying couldn't help but worry. She gently tugged on Leng Yixiu's sleeve and pleaded pathetically, "Yixiu, let's just drop this. It was my own carelessness that caused this, it has nothing to do with Yixun."
Leng Yixiu's eyes softened as he held Cheng Ying in his arms, a hint of doting in his reprimand. "You always take all the blame upon yourself. With a personality like yours, how could you not be bullied?"
"With you by my side protecting me, who would dare to bully me?"
"You!" Leng Yixiu dotingly tapped Cheng Ying's nose and smiled gently.
He then turned his gaze towards Lin Yixun, and the softness on his face was replaced by coldness. His thin lips parted slightly as he spoke each word deliberately, "Lin Yixun, considering Ying'er and Second Young Master Ouyang have pleaded for you, I'll let this matter go today. Take care of yourself."
Saying this, the man left the set with Cheng Ying in his arms, not looking back.
