The man strode forward, his brows exuding an air of haughty arrogance, his facial contours clear and sharp, and an innate commanding presence that nobody could surpass.
At the sight of the little lady, all that stiffness turned to tender gentleness in an instant.
"What happened?"
Xi Yemo noticed the anomaly, his handsome face tensing up.
"Ye Mo, Mengyao got burned," Elder Lady Xi spoke up.
Lan Xin Ai's delicate lashes trembled, "Husband, Mengyao was blocking for me, so she got burned."
"No, it's my own clumsiness that caused this to happen," Lin Mengyao said softly, trying her best to look pitiful.
"You're burned, stop talking," Elder Lady Xi said, before turning to Xi Yemo, "Ye Mo, since Mengyao is injured, let her stay at our home for a few days."
"Have Mother Zhang and Aunt Chun take care of her for a couple of days."
Once Xi Yemo said this, Lin Mengyao's eyes widened in shock – her burn was for naught.
How could she swallow this insult?
