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I hit my son, and they couldn’t help; all we could do was wait for Yan Kongyue to finish up and figure things out later.
Twenty minutes later, Yan Kongyue emerged from the hospital room.
"Yan Consultant, how is my daughter?"
"She’s awake! Where's Xu Ju?"
"I called him; he might be busy!" Madam Director had long been accustomed to her husband's work nature and didn’t complain.
"Well, she’s fine now, just a bit shaken. Spend more time with her and try not to bring this up; she’ll be alright in a while!"
"Okay, thank you, Yan Consultant!"
"You're welcome. Go be with your daughter; we’ll take care of things here!"
Madam Director watched as they left before heading back to see her daughter.
Back at the hotel, Yan Kongyue looked at the wilted Feng Xing with a twinge of pity; after all, he was a child who had grown up following her around.
"I’ll take you back to Difu; with me around, your father won’t dare to hit you!"
"No way! He’ll definitely send me abroad; he gets upset just seeing me!"
"Did you win or lose against Lucifer?"
"I ran away before I could lose!"
Yan Kongyue closed her eyes. Running away when you can’t win is one thing, but what about Ming Di’s face? She felt embarrassed too.
"Actually, he’s just bluffing; he can’t really beat you! But look at Feng Xing’s expression—Yan Kongyue couldn’t bring herself to say it."
"But there were so many of them! They relied on their territory and brought vampires and werewolves along. What else could I do but run?"
Yan Kongyue clenched her fist; it seemed she would have to find time to deal with that idiot soon.
"How about this? I’ll call Tai Wang over to make you something to eat; that should help you recover. If not, we can just let you rest a few more days."
"Sure, Auntie, you’re the best!"
"Don’t get all sentimental on me; after that beating from your father, I doubt you’ll escape unscathed!"
Feng Xing pouted, feigning innocence. He wasn’t afraid of fighting or pain, but what child isn’t afraid of a slap? The moment a hand goes up, the backside starts hurting.
Besides, his father was Ming Di; when Ming Di hit his son, he certainly wouldn’t use his hands.
Yan Kongyue sighed and waved his hand in the air, opening the Gui Men while simultaneously setting up a barrier around the room. However, this time, he surprisingly heard the sound of flowing water coming from within the Gui Men.
Tai Wang entered, and after a short while, he came back out. Lin Qian and the others were waiting to see what kind of spirit Yan Kongyue would summon this time. But after waiting for a long time without any movement from the Gui Men, they decided to go wash up.
Suddenly, after quite some time, a gentle and kind voice came from inside the Gui Men. "Grandma, I'm here!" Yan Kongyue hurried to the entrance of the Gui Men. "Come sit for a while; Feng Xing misses you!"
"You little rascal! Just yesterday, your father scolded you for half the day!" An elderly woman dressed in ancient attire emerged, holding a beautifully crafted wooden food box.
"What did my father say?" Feng Xing reached out and pulled the old woman to sit beside him.
"Isn't it about your fighting? He wanted to send you to bring him some honor, but you couldn't win. Not only did you not call him, but you also ran away!"
"Call him? Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?"
"You two are impossible!" The old woman lovingly patted Feng Xing's hand, her eyes filled with concern. "I made you some soup, Yan Kongyue. The bowl on top is for him, and the layer underneath is for you!"
"You even made me soup? That's wonderful! I haven't had your soup in ages!" Yan Kongyue handed the top bowl of soup to Feng Xing.
"There's soup to drink!" Huo Jingyu exclaimed as he rushed out excitedly upon hearing about it.
"Hello, Grandma!" Lin Qian and Lin Lang also came out to greet her.
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