Feng Yuan knew he couldn't hide it any longer, but he was too scared to admit the truth, so he shamelessly clung to Liu Qiaolan, acting like a spoiled child.
After all, he was her son. Although she blamed him for not being competitive enough, her heart ached seeing him like this. She finally turned to Feng Xiao and said, "No matter what, Feng Yuan is your son. He's been beaten up this badly, so are you going to do something about it or not?"
"Do something? How? Should I go to Xia Chengkai's residence and demand an explanation? If the truth comes out and it was your son who caused the trouble, how am I supposed to save face? Do I have any dignity left?"
Feng Xiao was also furious. He was almost certain his own son had started it, yet his wife was still demanding he intervene.
"Mother, don't worry," Feng Yuan said tearfully, burying his face in Liu Qiaolan's embrace. "Just let me get killed by someone else! It's not like Father would feel sorry for me anyway."
