"Ow, that hurt." Liang Yimo dropped everything she was holding onto the floor.
Thud, thud, went the sound, her phone that cost ten thousand was smashed to pieces.
Liang Yimo picked up her phone, but couldn't get it to turn on no matter what she did.
Wang Yanran shot her a fierce look, reproaching her, "Don't you watch where you're going? Why did you run into me? You're really annoying."
Liang Yimo was already aggrieved, she hadn't even picked a fight yet, but Wang Yanran beat her to the chase, playing the victim.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
The husband may bear it, but the wife cannot!
Liang Yimo got up from the floor, blocked Wang Yanran's way, and deliberately showed her the broken phone.
"You're clearly the one who wasn't looking where you were going. Is the reason you're trying to blame it all on me because you don't want to pay for my phone?"
