When Liu Heting saw Feng Zhenzhen thinking about listening to pipa again, Feng Zhenzhen said politely,

"Liu Lang makes atonement, Zhen Zhen can't play the pipa today."

"Why?"

Before Feng Zhenzhen said anything, Liu Heting saw her hand first.

The originally well-maintained hands were now red and blistered on the back of the right hand.

After returning to the room, Feng Zhenzhen poured hot tea on the back of her hand again, deliberately not applying ointment in time, so the injury on her hand seemed more serious.

Liu Heting took a look, his eyes full of pity,

"How did it hurt?"

Feng Zhenzhen calmly pulled her hand away, without crying, and only stated in the most ordinary tone,

"Today I happened to meet Liulang's step-brother while playing the pipa in the pavilion. She said something to me.

Judging from his intentions... he probably doesn't want me to stay in the house.

That's when the tea was spilled."

The words did not deliberately say anything wrong with Qian, nor did they mention many details, but they made Liu Heting go through some imagination in his mind.

Especially seeing Feng Zhenzhen’s hands.

Liu Heting's neck tightened, his face turned red, and without saying a word, he stormed off to Qian's yard angrily.
Chapter completed!