Su Ningyan trembled with anger and couldn't hold back from giving another slap. Though her strength was not as great as Ah Long's, Hu Duo's face swelled under the two slaps.
"You weren't doing it on purpose? If it wasn't on purpose, would Feng Zhihe have found out? If it wasn't on purpose, why did you have to tell her right before An An's wedding?"
Su Ningyan was Zhuo Junyue's wife, and after being by his side for so many years, she had developed some skill in reading people.
Someone with such little cunning couldn't hide anything from her; she definitely wanted to ruin An An's relationship with Feng Zhihe.
"I'm telling you, you'd better pray day and night that nothing happens to them, or no one will be able to protect your worthless life. To think that my An An treated you so well. Ah Long, lock her up."
After saying this, Su Ningyan turned her face away, not daring to look at this ungrateful person again.
