Feng Yi looked at the exhausted Su Li, and fawningly said, "Empress Dowager, please."
Feng Huaijin looked at the little girl whose small face resembled his so much, and his anger surged up.
This was different from Tuanzi.
Girls weren't as sturdy as boys; you couldn't beat them, you had to educate them in a refined way.
Feng Yi watched Feng Huaijin's hand hanging by his side clench into a fist, relax, then clench again. She swallowed, and instinctively edged closer to Su Li.
In her memory, she had only been hit once by her dad. It was when she ran away from home as a child, and they couldn't find her for several days. When she came back, her dad strung her up and beat her, while her older brother sat to the side, immersed in the beauty of physics, studying how force was generated as the willow switch lashed her butt.
