Sheng Youxia turned around to go back into the house.
Fu Shilv still explained to her, "Just before getting off work, I took an emergency case, and after I was done, I treated my colleagues to dinner. I should have told you."
He didn't expect Sheng Youxia to mind it so much.
"Why are you explaining this to me? I'm telling you to move out, not because you... came home late."
The more Sheng Youxia spoke, the less confident she seemed.
Fu Shilv quickly walked over and turned on his phone, showing the WeChat group's message history.
Sheng Youxia didn't look, but he forcefully turned her head.
Not only had he treated everyone to dinner, but he also sent out red packets.
"Liang Nianwei wasn't there; it was just my colleagues. Don't you have those nurses' WeChat? You could ask them?"
Sheng Youxia pulled away his hand. The man was very close, and it seemed he hadn't drunk alcohol that evening; his breath smelled of fruit.