"Zhao Feiyi is really ruthless, daring to hurt someone belonging to me."
Each sentence An Honghan said always evoked imagination.
The surrounding palace maids and eunuchs had long drifted off in their thoughts. Who exactly were 'his people'?
Xi Xizhi closed her palms, without showing her injury to An Honghan. Her stomach growled, and she raised her other hand to hold the chopsticks. As she was about to pick up the food, the chopsticks slipped from her fingers. Ordinary people rarely use their left hand, so it is always inconvenient when picking up food.
Seeing the child is hungry, An Honghan wiped his hands with a handkerchief, picked up two chopsticks, removed the fish bones, and then brought the fish meat to Xi Xizhi's mouth, "Eat."
Although An Honghan was kindly feeding her, the imposing manner and pressure on his face seemed more like forcing Xi Xizhi to eat poison.