Li Tingyan stood there feeling aggrieved, watching Shi Feng swagger in, while his wife coldly and mercilessly closed the door.
Touching his aching heart, he thought, it serves me right.
Just seeing his wife chatting with another man, he couldn't stand it. He couldn't imagine how his wife must have felt, like her heart being cut with a knife.
Li Tingyan, you're such a bastard, you deserve to go to hell!
Shi Feng was feeling this pleased in front of Li Tingyan for the first time, grinning with a face that begged to be hit,
"Nianyang, Li Tingyan went too far this time. It's right for you to deal with him this way..."
"Young Master Shi, can you get straight to the point?" Nianyang frowned. She was protective and didn't like others speaking ill of Li Tingyan – only she could do that.
The smile on Shi Feng's face faded a bit. He wasn't foolish; he could tell that Nianyang was just showing a cold front in front of Li Tingyan. In her heart, she cared deeply.
