"Qianqian, don't mess around!" A middle-aged man who looked righteous growled unhappily.
"Uncle!" Yao Qianqian stomped her feet and called out unhappily.
"This isn't our house. It's not your place to fool around," Uncle Yao reprimanded.
"Everyone, I'm sorry. My niece has been spoiled by her parents from a young age. Please forgive her for offending you," Uncle Yao said apologetically.
"You bullied my lady. Is an apology enough?" Feng Da's cold voice floated over.
"Yes, and me! They even injured me," Yuan Hou interrupted, as if he was afraid that Feng Da would forget him.
"Tell me how are you going to compensate us!" Feng Da smiled kindly, but his dark and bright eyes were cold.
