The young girl shrank back timidly, her head lowered, her small hands twisting the hem of her clothes. Her frail little body trembled uncontrollably, fearing that Chu Xiu might hit her.

Mo Feiyan looked at Chu Xiu, her face full of confusion, not understanding why he was acting this way. He raised his hand.

The young girl was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her hands, knelt on the ground with a thud, shivering and not daring to make a sound, hoping that by doing so, he would be gentler if he decided to hit her. Such a pitiful appearance, she must have been bullied often.

Chu Xiu gently patted her head, squatted down, and asked softly, "Don't be afraid, little girl. I won't hurt you. Tell me, what's your name?"