Su Nanxing shook her head.
Lu Beiyuan looked at her with a pained expression.
Su Nanxing had a good temper, and in their three years of marriage, they had never quarreled.
It wasn't that they never had differing opinions, but it was always Su Nanxing who accommodated him.
No matter what Lu Beiyuan said, she would smile gently, her eyes curving into crescents, and agree pleasantly.
It wasn't that she was without temper, rather, she swallowed all the grievances herself.
Lu Beiyuan couldn't help but raise his hand to touch her cheek, "You can be angry; you can also be unhappy. It was her who was in the wrong, not you."
Su Nanxing rarely ever clashed with anyone, and her friends and colleagues liked her too.
Throughout her life, other than being unable to accept Fang Biro's family, there was also Meng Qingxue.
But to her surprise, the person full of malice, publicly humiliating her in front of so many people, turned out to be Lu Beiyuan's mother.
