Xie Jiuhan's back tensed up after being kicked firmly. He let out a muffled groan. His abnormally handsome face even revealed a painful expression. Feng Qing turned to look at the man. Although she knew that Han Jintian did not kick hard, her heart still tightened instantly when she saw the man like this.
Feng Qing frowned and looked at Han Jintian, giving him a warning look. Then, she stood in front of Xie Jiuhan and said angrily, "You can't bully Little Jiu Jiu. He's injured and he's my husband. You have to be friendly with him."
Feng Qing's voice was sweet. Although it was filled with warning and reprimand, it made one's ears itch no matter how they listened. It felt like a kindergarten teacher coaxing a child.
