Xia Ran couldn't stand it any longer, bit her lip, and rushed in front of Fu Yanhe, barging between him and Shen Yanhe, thrusting her swollen face in front of his eyes.
With an expression of immense grievance, she said, "Yanhe, don't listen to her nonsense; I didn't splash her at all. If I had splashed her first, would she still look so clean?"
"Look at my face, she slapped it swollen with a plate!"
Xia Ran anxiously hoped in her heart that Fu Yanhe would stand up for her.
After all, Fu Yanhe used to love her so much, cherish her so much; he definitely would take her side.
But, to Xia Ran's disappointment,
Fu Yanhe looked indifferently at the mess on the table and then his gaze lightly landed on her half-swollen face, saying nonchalantly, "Still too mild."
"Let professionals handle professional matters, next time bring your bodyguard with you and let them help you."
Xia Ran's eyes widened in disbelief.
