As she spoke, she suddenly noticed Feng Yuanyuan's forehead. Despite a thick layer of powder, traces of bruises were faintly visible.
Tang Muchuan frowned and said, "Did Xiao Chuan hit you again?"
Feng Yuanyuan's face turned gloomy, and she remained silent.
"I must have a word with your dad about Xiao Chuan. You are so beautiful, how can he hit you casually? It's domestic violence! You've been devoted to taking care of him all this time! Even if there's no merit, there's hard work!"
Tang Muchuan was extremely furious.
"Don't say it, Sister Mu Wan. Xiao Chuan has been in a bad mood recently, he won't listen to anything..."
Feng Yuanyuan said while wiping her tears.
"Back then, so many young men were after you, yet you chose to marry him. Wasn't it because you believed he was good to you? But now..."
Tang Muchuan said regretfully, "Forget it, forget it. Why am I bringing up those old matters? It's too late to regret now."
