Since the wet nurse died, the mute slave has been the only person Feng Jiuer trusted in this world.
If even he betrays her, Feng Jiuer will never trust anyone again!
After she saw through it, the mute slave didn't panic at all, he just looked at her steadily and shook his head softly.
Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the mute slave did this to protect her.
She just... actually doubted him.
"I'm sorry, dumb slave."
Maybe the mute slave was right. If Feng Jiuer had been like this, he would have been killed so many times.
Because she was already ugly enough, those people around her didn't pay attention to her face at all, and they wouldn't bother to disfigure her any more.
The mute slave has always protected her with his silent care.
Feng Jiuer held his big palm and asked him to sit down. Just as she was about to say something, suddenly, her long fingers touched the veins of his wrist, and she frowned.
"Mute slave, your body..." Why? Mute slave's pulse is so weird, he... is poisonous!
However, this poison was very strange. For a while, Feng Jiuer couldn't figure out what kind it was.
There was a smile in the mute slave's eyes, and he looked a little distracted when he looked at her face.
He probably didn't know his physical condition yet, so Feng Jiuer decided not to talk about it until she found a way to detoxify him.
Outside the door, there was suddenly the sound of somewhat messy footsteps.
People outside seemed unwilling to come, but they were forced by someone, and finally, hesitantly, they came.
The mute slave's face changed slightly, and he immediately took the scar-like piece of soft skin from Feng Jiu'er's hand and wiped it on her face.
Feng Jiuer didn't stop her. When someone knocked on the door, her face returned to its ugly look.
"Sister Jiuer, I am sister Qingyin, can I come in?" Feng Qingyin called outside the door.
How dare this woman come!
Feng Jiuer glanced at the mute slave, who obviously looked unhappy.
She patted his hand, smiled reassuringly, and said lazily: "Is it Sister Qingyin? Come in."
Feng Jiuer grabbed an apple from the table and started to nibble on it. Feng Jiuer sat on the chair, dangling her legs, looking carefree.
Feng Qingyin was still very reluctant when she was outside the door, but as soon as she entered, her face was filled with a soft and gentle smile.
"Sister Jiu'er, I saw you were injured today and came here to see if your sister is okay?"
"Yes, I was injured. I don't know if it was when I was catching a thief. I forgot about it."
Feng Jiuer smiled and bit into the apple, "Hey, sister Qingyin, are you also injured? You cried in the backyard this morning."
A smile condensed on Feng Qingyin's face. What happened this morning was a lifelong shame for her!
If his father and mother hadn't kept saying that the current Feng Jiu'er was a popular person in the Jiuwang Mansion and a nobleman of their Feng family, they would still be able to offend him for the time being.
She will! She will definitely tear this bitch apart with her own hands!
But Feng Jiuer seemed not to know what she said and how it hurt others.
He looked at the mute slave with a simple smile on his face: "Mute slave, the weather is getting hot now, you can wear less when you go out."
"Be like Sister Qingyin. She only wore a bellyband in the backyard this morning. It was so cool."
"Feng Jiu'er!" Feng Qingyin clenched her palms tightly, her sharp nails almost digging into her flesh.
Feng Jiuer still looked innocent: "What's wrong, sister Qingyin? Do you want to take off your clothes again?"
