Chapter 1111 No One Cares About Me

When Feng Liyan saw Wen Xiaoai's red and swollen face, he frowned and changed his face.

"What happened to your face? Who hit you?!"

It was as if he had changed suddenly, from the humble young master just now to a vicious villain with murderous eyes.

Wen Xiaoai, who was wronged in her heart, was cared and comforted, and her emotions burst out all at once.

"Woo..."

She whimpered, but immediately closed her mouth, trying not to continue crying.

"The wind is dripping..."

Wen Xiaoai choked up sobbing that she couldn't speak, her two little hands clutched the hem of her clothes, tears kept falling.

"Who hit it? The patriarch?"

Feng Liyan frowned and asked, wanting to touch her red and swollen face, but afraid of hurting her, his trembling hands just stopped beside her face, and finally clenched into fists slowly.

His eyes were full of anger, distress, and self-blame.

If he had come back earlier, he would never have let the little princess be slapped.

Ye Qi can't offend the patriarch, he is different.

"...She's not my patriarch's grandma, that's not how the patriarch's grandma is." Wen Xiaoai was extremely wronged, and when she thought of the patriarch's words and unreasonable appearance just now, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

"The patriarch is really serious. If there is something you can't say properly, why do you do it?" Feng Liyan was very angry.

He stretched out his hand to pull Wen Xiaoai up.

"Get up first."

Wen Xiaoai withdrew her hand and continued to kneel: "I don't get up, I'm not wrong."

"Be obedient, the ground is cold, and my knees hurt after a while." Feng Liyan stretched out his hand to pull her again.

Wen Xiaoai still pushed him away, and said angrily: "I can't say it, I just didn't do anything wrong."

If she got up, wouldn't she admit that she was wrong? !

She doesn't want to get up, she won't get up even if she kneels to death here.

"I'll take you to the patriarch to make it clear that kneeling here is not an option."

"..."

"Xiao Ai." Feng Liyan's tone became serious, and he stretched out his hand to warm Xiao Ai again.

Wen Xiaoai avoided it, very stubborn.

Feng Liyu had no choice but to take out the ointment, and wanted to put it on Wen Xiaoai, but Wen Xiaoai refused.

"Feng Liyan, leave me alone..."

"What do you mean don't care about you? I don't care who cares about you?!"

Feng Li annihilated his good air, and wiped the ointment on Wen Xiaoai's face with his fingers as he spoke, but Wen Xiaoai tilted his head angrily.

"Don't make me angry, if I get angry, I'm much worse than the patriarch."

"Woo..." Wen Xiaoai whimpered aggrievedly.

Feng Liyan was defeated at that time.

"Oh, my dear, don't be stubborn with me, my heart is about to break." Feng Liyan looked even more uncomfortable than Wen Xiaoai.

She has been loved since she was a child, and she is reluctant to yell at her. Now that she is beaten up like this, it's no wonder she doesn't feel sorry for her to death.

"You don't care about me, no one cares about me..." Wen Xiaoai lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Feng Liyan stood up angrily: "Wait, I'll go find the patriarch."

After speaking, his figure disappeared into the hall.

As soon as he arrived at the patriarch's place, he heard movement from the quiet room.

"Patriarch, how are you doing?"

It was Ye Qi's anxious voice.

Feng Liyan was startled, and immediately walked towards the quiet room.

The moment he opened the door, he heard the conversation between the two.

"Patriarch, let me heal your injuries with exercises."

"Don't touch the child, you're still hurt, I'm fine." The patriarch interrupted weakly.

"Then I'll go find my father, Li Yan should be back soon."