Song Yinyin shook her head and comforted instead, "It doesn't hurt, that person is just a decoration, typically bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
She just didn't want anyone to worry or feel burdened, but then a deep and magnetic voice came from outside.
"Your face is swollen, and it doesn't hurt? Heh, Song Yinyin, you sure can endure."
Lu Jihan's tone was sarcastic, brimming with irony and suppressed anger.
He was indeed very angry; she was clearly forcing herself to endure.
Song Yinyin didn't expect Lu Jihan to arrive so quickly and looked back at him in shock, "Husband, when did you get back?"
She hadn't had time to deal with the swelling on her face, how did he get here so quickly? Song Yinyin couldn't help but frown.
Lu Jihan snorted, sitting down on the sofa beside Song Yinyin, "Let me see!"
As he spoke, he reached to cup her cheek.
