"What, do you think I should share Da Zhuang's hatred and oppose you?" Tian Xiaorui asked.
Zhao Yang didn't speak because it should have been obvious.
At that moment, Tian Xiaorui had already walked up to Zhao Yang.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang's face changed, he clearly saw that one of Tian Xiaorui's eye sockets was still somewhat bruised, her pretty face even more swollen, she had been severely beaten!
Zhao Yang could tell at a glance that the scars on Tian Xiaorui's face were not made in a day, the area around her eye was almost healed, only leaving a bit of bruising, it must have been from a few days ago, while her swollen cheek, must have been from these last couple of days.
Zhao Yang frowned and said, "Who did this to you?"
"What do you think?" Tian Xiaorui countered.
Zhao Yang's frown deepened. "Li Jiazhuang had the heart to hit you?"
Tian Xiaorui gave a cold laugh, snorted, and said, "When someone goes crazy, what can't they do? He has lost his mind!"
