However, she also knew that Feng Yihuan was the most favored at home.
She wouldn't be foolish enough to speak ill of her in front of Feng Yihang, as that would definitely affect her impression.
"Brother Hang, I know, I won't blame Huanhuan. I really didn't mean to scratch her just now, sorry."
In comparison, looking at the generous and courteous Ouyang Qi, Feng Yihang felt that he had been somewhat inattentive.
No matter what, guests should be treated well.
However, remembering Huanhuan's expression just now, he didn't help Ouyang Qi any further, but instead called to have the family doctor come up.
On the other side, Feng Yihuan lay on the bed, clutching the big rabbit placed on her bed tightly.
She felt inexplicably depressed and knew that what she said to Ouyang Qi earlier had been a bit too much.
But looking at her, there was no way she could bring herself to apologize.
At this moment, her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.
