Before Xia Yinian could react, Feng Yan extended his long fingers, gently touching her face.
Gu Lingqian, who was just sitting at the table, stood beside Feng Yan in a flash, exuding a chill.
"You've become a roast pig, yet you're not paying enough attention. If you get disfigured, what will you do then?"
Aside from touching her face, Feng Yan also lifted Xia Yinian's chin, observing the skin on her neck.
Xia Yinian blinked but did not refuse.
She was also worried about her face; however, with so much going on today, where would she find the time to think?
Moreover, the doctor said there should be no scars left, so she didn't take it to heart.
But Feng Yan's words scared the little girl.
Xia Yinian remained still and silent, looking as if she was at Feng Yan's mercy.
Feng Yan's actions didn't stop; his long fingers even reached Xia Yinian's collar.
"That's enough." Gu Lingqian said coldly.
His deep voice made Xia Yinian regain consciousness.
