She'd never imagined that the uncle whose protection she was desperately seeking could, just because of a single sentence from his own son, shove her straight into the position of the poisoner and murderer!
When Duan Qianyang hung up the phone and returned to the ward, his expression had already gone back to normal, without letting anyone else see that something was off.
Feng Nianian kept her head down as she drank the chicken soup Ma Yinyin had had the maid send over. Seeing Duan Qianyang come in, she immediately lifted her head, her eyes full of childlike longing as she looked over.
If any other elder were looked at with eyes like that—plus the fact that she'd just lost her mother—they would surely be instantly overwhelmed, their defenses collapsing as pity surged up. But Duan Qianyang did not.
