In the Cheng Family, aside from the Second Master, no one doted on him more than his aunt and uncle. His aunt, in particular, was the classic case of someone with a sharp tongue but a heart of gold.
"Oh, Auntie, please, don't worry. This little scratch is nothing." Cheng Xin grabbed Xu Ying’s hand, which was still resting on his head, and gave it a playful shake, feigning a relaxed tone. "That bastard won't get away. I’ll make sure he rots in prison!"
He paused, a hollow sensation growing in his stomach. He hadn't had a drop to eat since last night and was starving to the point where it felt like his chest was pressing against his spine. He shifted his tone, adding a touch of frail, wheedling charm. "Auntie... I’m a little hungry."
Chapter 339