False Son

Xiao Bao nodded his head, a fierce look in his eyes, "If it really is her, then I will definitely not let her off this time."

He had already given her face for her youth. If she didn't want face, he wouldn't be afraid to help her.

For the sake of Yi Qing's safety, he would admit to it even if it meant losing his reputation of being ungrateful.

Steamed Bun returned from the academy. Even though Yi Qing had covered up for him, someone as meticulous as him could still see the wound on Yi Qing's face.

"Mother, what's wrong with your face? Who hit you? " Steamed Bun's face was solemn. He clenched his little fists tightly.

Yi Qing said, "I bumped into it accidentally. It's nothing serious."

She was too embarrassed to say that she had been beaten up on the way and then dragged away like a dead pig.

Moreover, she didn't want Steamed Bun to have nightmares about her kidnapping.