"I saw Grandpa walk into my room..."
Xia Chuxue's words hadn't finished when Feng Yifan's big hand swept her over.
"What's going on? Tell me properly."
Feng Yifan's voice was a bit low, almost abnormal, and Xia Chuxue didn't know what was wrong with him.
Previously, no matter how abnormal he was, he was never as intimidating as he was today.
Xia Chuxue took a deep breath, and as she turned back, she instantly became a gentle little white rabbit.
"Grandpa found a strand of hair in my room and left. He must be suspicious of my identity. What should we do now?"
"I'm injured and need a woman to help. You're up!"
In a cold voice, Feng Yifan pressed Xia Chuxue directly onto himself.
"Ah! You hurt me," Xia Chuxue cried softly.
Feeling the unusual sensation on her face, she was frustrated to death.
It was this kind of thing—couldn't he think of anything else?
Was he thinking this was her issue and, even if something happened to her, it wouldn't affect him?
