Jian Yining stood her ground, her voice louder than his, "That's how it is, isn't it? I said nothing wrong, why can't I speak up? If you can't give her love, then don't marry her. If you marry her and don't treat her well, looking at other options while eating from your own bowl, now that the pot's been spilled and the bowl's been smashed, right? Serves you right."
Sheng Hanyu's temples throbbed with pain, having been harangued by Jian Yining for quite some time, he finally remembered what he was supposed to do.
So he picked up his phone again to scroll through the pictures. There were few cars on the road during that time interval, but there was one coming from the opposite direction belonging to Jian Yining.
The surveillance was extremely clear, capturing even the anxious expression on Jian Yining's face while driving, as if he was in a hurry to get somewhere or to meet someone.
"What were you doing that day?" Sheng Hanyu asked again.
