After she said this, Mei Feng lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands, putting on a pitiful look.
Shen Zihao stared at her.
If at this point this woman had really been feeling grief over his father's death, perhaps he would have had some respect for her still. But she was actually trying to sow more discord between him and his mother.
What was this woman's heart made of? How could she be this despicable?
He looked at her with narrowed eyes.
Just as he was at a loss for words, a voice said, "Why is there a handprint on your neck?"
Mei Feng fumbled at that sudden question. She quickly lowered her head and adjusted her collar to conceal the mark, not daring to look up.
Looking at the two men with a horrified expression, she said slowly after a moment, "What handprint? You must be seeing things."
