Subconsciously, Song Qinghuan shook her head, wanting to tell Shi Yuhuan that it wasn't like that.
But she couldn't utter words of denial because she indeed never considered telling Shi Yuhuan about the matter.
She hastily moved to sit next to Shi Yuhuan, within arm's reach, nervously saying, "I just felt that the matter was done, and I didn't want to upset you, so I didn't tell you."
Shi Yuhuan's indifferent gaze fell on the hand Song Qinghuan used to hold him. He slowly brushed her hand off.
His grip was strong, causing Song Qinghuan great pain.
Yet Song Qinghuan didn't let go, she held tightly, pleading pitifully, "Shi Yuhuan, don't be angry!"
Shi Yuhuan's lips curled in a cold smile, his tone icy as frost, "My wife is entangled with another man, and I learned about it from a third party. Shouldn't I be angry? Do you think I am not a man?"
His words made Song Qinghuan feel a bone-chilling cold.
