727 Aria

"Slap, slap, slap..."

Tears, like broken strands of pearls, kept falling to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Fang Ai covered her face as she cried, her shoulders trembling as if overcome with grief.

It probably wasn't an act, but genuine sorrow.

After all, even an Oscar-winning actor might not guarantee such a performance on demand.

To be in the same boat is earned over a hundred years.

To share the same pillow is earned over a thousand years.

Becoming a family is not an easy feat.

Despite his harsh words, Fang Jun didn't just walk away without a care.

Even setting aside their blood ties for a moment, if Fang Ai really were to die of shame, it wouldn't solve anything; instead, it might make things worse.

Remembering the rumors circulating outside, Fang Jun's expression was dark as still water, murderous thoughts filling his mind.

The common folk might not know the woman's identity, seeing it only as a spectacle.

But some did recognize her.