On the other side, Feng Chaoyang, as soon as he got in the car, lowered his head and apologized, "Auntie, Uncle, I'm sorry."
Like a child who had done something wrong, Feng Mumu reached out carefully and tugged at her brother's sleeve. Then she instinctively looked at An Lan. An Lan and Huo Zhanting exchanged glances; she sighed softly and looked at Feng Chaoyang.
"Chaoyang, you say you're sorry to me, but what do you think you did wrong?"
An Lan's counter-question made Feng Chaoyang pause. He lifted his head, opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to take the blame himself. But as he looked up and saw the concern and encouragement in An Lan's eyes, what he had planned to say about self-criticism and reflection took a different turn.
"Because I... didn't tell you, Uncle and Auntie, when I was wronged at school. From now on, if I'm wronged, I'll tell you right away, I won't keep it inside."
Feng Chaoyang said these words under An Lan's encouraging gaze.