Feng Jingxuan's expression flickered briefly with disappointment, as he walked past Song Chuxue and then lowered his head to meet Sweetie Yin's eyes.
The little girl's leg had some red marks; she bravely widened her big, round eyes.
"Jingxuan, listen to my explanation."
Song Chuxue had yet to organize her words, yet her face was filled with unwillingness.
"I have been here for a while; I saw almost everything that just happened. If you don't want me to check the surveillance, stop causing trouble."
Feng Jingxuan's tone was somewhat impatient.
Song Chuxue's breathing halted, and she dared not speak anymore.
She had spoken a lot with Nan Xia earlier, and there was also a long tug-of-war between them; she really couldn't confirm how much Feng Jingxuan had heard, so she could only remain silent.
Feng Jingxuan glanced at Sweetie Yin, and said faintly, "Let's first bandage her wounds, and it would be best to give her a tetanus shot."