Feng Ying's face burned hot, a bright red that was quite frightening; her eyes were filled with chill, yet her tone was terrifyingly calm.
"What does my elder sister need to do to dispel the resentment in her heart?"
Feng Yun wiped her hands with a handkerchief, smiling faintly.
Feng Ying felt a bit of ringing in her ears, shook her head, and offered a bitter smile as she met her gaze, "Would another two slaps be enough? If not, then ten, twenty—as long as my elder sister can let go of the hatred and resolve the estrangement with our parents, even if I, Feng Ying, were beaten to death, what would it matter?"
"You're mad!" Lady Chen rushed forward to embrace her daughter's trembling body, wailing and crying to the heavens.
"Feng Jingteng, what are you standing there for? Not doing anything while she bullies Aying, do you, as a father, not care at all?"
Feng Jingteng closed his eyes, standing there distraught.
