Tang Jingyu lifted his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze indifferent as he looked at Fan Ju:
"It was just a chance encounter, and then we sat down to chat for a few sentences. What could it mean?"
With that, he couldn't help but lift his lips mockingly:
"Aren't you her husband? Don't you have even this basic trust towards your own wife?"
Fan Ju took his reaction as a direct provocation, the most straightforward challenge between men.
"Don't talk anymore!" Nie Rujun rushed over.
In her urgency, she forgot that she was still at odds with Fan Ju, grabbing his hands with her own and pleading softly:
"Fan Ju, let's go back. I feel hungry; accompany me back to have something to eat, I won't throw up this time, let's go, let's go!"
Fan Ju let her pull him a few steps before suddenly stopping; Nie Rujun looked up at him nervously.