To avoid the sight of Ni Yang, which gave her an uncomfortable lump in her chest, Liu Juan purposely took a detour to Sun Chunxiang's place.
She took out thirty cents. "Sister Chunxiang, I'll have a bowl of noodles, please."
While picking up the coins from the table, Sun Chunxiang feigned reluctance, "Xiaoliu, we are like real sisters. How can I possibly take money from you!"
As her words fell, she suddenly looked surprised. "Xiaoliu, what happened to your face? Did you have a fight with your husband, Dazhu?"
Liu Juan managed to squeeze a small smile, "It's nothing, just hit my face on the door."
"Oh." Sun Chunxiang nodded knowingly, her expression filled with implications.
Hehe.
Was Liu Juan trying to fool a fool?
Could hitting her face make it look like that?
She must have certainly behaved outrageously, and that's why Ni Dazhu punched her.
Sun Chunxiang went to make a bowl of noodles for Liu Juan.
