Opening the message, Ruan Xinyi's pitifully tearful little face suddenly crashes into my pupils, with a clear five-finger mark visible on her profile.
[Today your wife came to my house, started hitting me without a word, she's swollen my face.]
[Yesterday at the restaurant, I didn't push her; she bumped into the wall on her own and falsely accused me.]
[I won't ask you to stand up for me, just hope you don't misunderstand me.]
Li Manman carefully looked at Ruan Xinyi's beaten half-face, which is something that happened in the morning, and even if the blow was heavy, the swelling should have subsided by now. It must be makeup—she really is scheming.
Li Manman put her phone down on the coffee table and continued watching TV as if nothing had happened.
After Feng Yi finished dealing with documents in the study, he came down and sat on the sofa. Li Manman spoke with a sarcastic undertone: "You just got a message on your phone, better reply quickly, don't keep someone waiting."
