The young man's cries passed Ji Fengyan's ears and she didn't know whether to feel amused or annoyed.
Shucks, she totally forgot that idiot could still speak.
She instinctively raised her eyes to look at Ye Yuan, only to see his brows wrinkling. Nevertheless, she was in no hurry to say anything—she wanted to see if Ye Yuan, whom she used to hold so much respect for, would treat her like how the others in the Ji family did; If he would immediately just pin the blame on Ji Fengyan, that deplorable Ninth Mistress.
