Pei Ziheng looked at her like he was being lenient with an innocent child.
Feeling his eyes on her, Xia Ling grabbed the cellphone and started dialing. Pei Ziheng was about to tell her not to waste her time, when he heard her speak into the phone, "Brother…"
Her voice was soft and on the verge of breaking.
He felt a prick in his heart.
When had she been willing to talk to him in such a manner? Xiao Ling had always been a child who cried easily. When she was younger, even a prick by a rose thorn could set her wailing for hours on end. But she only ever cried before those she trusted, never in front of those who didn't mean enough to her.
Subsequently, she gradually stopped crying in front of him, or even speaking to him in such a soft tone.
Hearing her helpless voice today ached him.
She said into the cellphone, "The Lis are bullying me…" Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.
