"Ahem."
Mu Fan couldn't bear to look directly, he coughed twice and averted his gaze.
"Xiyan."
Si Ye's beautiful eyes widened, looking at Xiyan, revealing a bit of dissatisfaction.
"He started it first."
Xiyan didn't dare to argue with her mother, she made a bitter face to explain herself and secretly hid behind her father.
"Even if Jun Lin was wrong, you shouldn't have been so violent."
Si Ye scolded discontentedly: "A little fight would have been fine. He's the Imperial Grandson, with a noble identity. He can't be bullied like that randomly."
"Yay."
Jun Lin raised his eyebrows triumphantly, lifted his eyelids, and made a grimace at Xiyan.
"Hmph."
Xiyan shrugged her delicate and upturned little nose, looking away and ignoring him.
"Jun Lin, wipe some cream on your face, and the redness and swelling will subside in a while."
