"Mom, how did this happen? I clearly went into the hotel with Wei Ting yesterday."Fang Zhiyou shook her head repeatedly, refusing to admit the truth.
The man was wearing a shabby denim suit. He was not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall. He was even a little fat. His facial features were not clear, but he looked like a street gangster. His behavior and movements were very vulgar. He did not have the refined and handsome temperament of Ye Weiting.
However, the video was playing in front of him so vividly. Could it be that he had hallucinated last night?
Li Yufen sighed. She looked at Fang Zhiyou, her eyes filled with pain and heartache. Her precious daughter had actually gone to a hotel with a street hooligan. This was very difficult for her to accept.
