Feng Xuesong was still staring at the fragments on the ground in a daze until Chen Zenian had walked out for a long time.
Looking closely, there were a few tiny bloodstains on the back of his hand. Two of the cuts were quite deep and blood was oozing out. These were caused by the splashed debris just now.
But he seemed to feel nothing and just stared blankly at everything in front of him.
The scattered debris seemed to indicate something...
"Brother Zenian!"
The girl's cheerful and clear voice sounded from the stairs. The ending tone was sweet and slightly rising. You could hear how happy she was.
"Hey, Dad, where is Brother Zenian?" Feng Pingting came closer and found that Feng Xuesong was the only one sitting in the living room. She asked in confusion.
Feng Xuesong restrained his expression and raised his chin towards the outside: "Let's go."
"Ah? Why are you leaving so soon..." Feng Pingting was disappointed and complained with a pout.
"Why did you come down?" Feng Xuesong asked calmly.
"My younger brother told me that Brother Zenian was here, so I came down to take a look."
She was originally looking forward to meeting Brother Zenian...
Thinking of her brother who was kneeling as punishment, she felt a little sympathetic, but she didn't dare to beg for mercy, in case the fire burned herself.
After all, I would rather die than let my fellow Taoist die.
"By the way, Dad, what does Brother Zenian want to see you for?"
Feng Pingting looked over curiously.
It was also at this time that she noticed the broken pieces of teacup on the ground and her father's wet trouser legs.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt both nervous and panicked, extremely worried. Dad had never liked Brother Zenian. Did they have a fight?
One is the person she truly loves, and the other is the most important relative in the world. What should she do if there is a conflict between the two?
"Dad, you're hurt!" Before Feng Xuesong could answer, Feng Pingting suddenly exclaimed. She saw the wound on Feng Xuesong's hand.
"A few small cuts, nothing serious."
Having said that, Feng Pingting, as a daughter, naturally couldn't pretend not to see it.
There is always a medicine box in the living room. She took a bottle of alcohol and prepared to disinfect Feng Xuesong's hands.
She wet the cotton swab and gently applied it to the wound.
Fortunately, the cut is not deep.
"What's wrong with this teacup? Did it break accidentally?"
Feng Pingting pursed her lips, but still couldn't help but ask tentatively.
Feng Xuesong naturally saw the temptation in his daughter's eyes. He didn't want her to worry, so he followed her words and said, "Well, I accidentally slipped my hand. I'll let Sister Zhang clean up this place later."
Hearing that they didn't have an argument, Feng Pingting visibly relaxed.
Dad never lies. Since he said it was a slip of the hand, then it must have been a slip of the hand.
Not bad, not bad.
She said, Dad is so well-mannered, even if he doesn’t like Brother Zenian, he wouldn’t throw the cup in front of him.
She was finally in the mood to joke, "Oh, Dad, you don't know how to be more careful. You're still scolding your brother for being so irritable all day long!"
"If your brother saw you breaking the cup, he would definitely be upset."
The girl's chattering seemed particularly warm in the quiet afternoon.
Feng Xuesong's expression softened, and he nodded helplessly: "I'm not a saint, how can I not make mistakes? I'll just be more careful next time."
Feng Pingting glanced at the remaining teacup on the table. The pattern on it looked more and more familiar. She suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Oh! Oh no!"
"This seems to be Mom's favorite tea set. She will be very angry if she knows you broke the teacup!"
Dad usually looks calm and composed, but he is actually the most worried about Mom's affairs.
Feng Pingting looked over with sympathy. In this family, the one who truly stood at the top of the food chain was the mother.
She seemed to have seen her father apologizing humbly.
"Well, I'll tell her." Feng Xuesong's eyes became a little unclear when he suddenly heard Ling Qingyue's name, but he still spoke calmly.
"Oh, okay..."
Feng Pingting instinctively felt that something was wrong. Her father's reaction was too calm...
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