Li Rong'er saw his towering presence was full of cold ruthlessness, the scars on his disfigured left face became more apparent deeply etched by rage, filling her with dread, "Brother Xiao, I was just telling the truth. Is feeding someone less important than Fourth Brother's life?"
A useless person, always causing trouble.
It even got her scolded; she held Xiao Qinghe in even lower regard in her heart.
Xiao Yishan saw the fear in Rong'er's eyes. He used to think this woman was not afraid of his disfigured left face, but now it seemed she was just hiding her fear.
Whenever his left face was turned towards her, she would avert her gaze or find an excuse to look elsewhere.
At first, he thought she was just shy. It took him a long time to realize she was afraid, avoiding eye contact and pretending to be bashful.
Even during moments of passion, this woman would not look him in the eyes, always keeping them closed.
With this thought, his facial expression darkened.