"Help me, Hao!"
The woman flung herself forward and knelt with a thud.
She looked up, her eyes brimming with tearful desperation, gazing at Zhang Hao.
Without heavy makeup or luxurious clothes.
Her face was etched with worry, her eyes red and swollen, the bags under them profound.
It was clear she hadn't slept well recently, had encountered major difficulties, and was under immense stress.
Zhang Hao was immediately dumbfounded.
"You... who are you? I don't know you!"
As he spoke, Zhang Hao bent down to shake off her hand, attempting to back away.
"I'm Fang Yan! My husband is Chen Yong; he's Jie's good brother and old classmate. We met at our wedding!"
Fang Yan crawled forward on her knees, clutching Zhang Hao's leg tightly.
This scene.
Immediately stunned many of the surrounding waitstaff and customers.
Luckily, the soccer match was captivating, and many people were busy eating skewers and watching the game, not noticing the commotion here.
