Poor Young Lord Feng

"Mother —" Feng Xun looked dumbfounded. He had no idea what he had done to deserve that whack from his mother.

Ignoring her son's complaint, Lady Northern Feng raised the stick that was as thick as an arm, and brought it down on Feng Xun again.

"Mother! Why are you hitting me?! What did I do?!" Feng Xun asked in frustration.

He had come back in a hurry to eat with his sister as soon as he heard that Feng Wu was eating with his mother. The last thing he expected was a merciless beating!

"You brat! You're so dead today! How dare you mess around with men!" Lady Northern Feng only hit him harder.

Feng Xun glanced at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu shrugged innocently. "It's everywhere…"

"You!" Feng Xun stared at Feng Wu!

He should have known. The girl seldom came here, but she was here so early today. She had come to tell on him!

Feng Xun was so vexed.