"Oh, you're trying to push someone else into my husband's arms right in front of me. Husband, what should we do? I might get angry."
Fang Anning sardonically curled her lips, then pretended to act coyly and leaned on He Tingchen's shoulder.
However, she wouldn't dare truly lean on his shoulder – not if she valued her life.
"Bringing you here is to relieve stress, not to get angry. Since you're not happy seeing this, let's go back," He Tingchen stood up, taking her hand and leaving.
But on reaching the doorway, Fang Anning said, "Wait a moment, I still have a few words to say to Zhou Muyan."
He Tingchen looked at her, puzzled.
Fang Anning gave him a pleading look.
He Tingchen had no choice but to let go of her hand but instructed the bodyguards to follow close by her side.
Fang Anning walked back and approached Zhou Muyan.
Zhou Muyan was tightly clutching her torn clothes, her face streaked with tears, quietly crying.