The bathroom was very quiet, except for the faint sound of a woman's resentful voice coming through the phone.
"Hey, honey, why are you so angry? Doesn't someone miss you?"
"You got hit today, and it really hurt me."
As she heard these words, Wu Miao, who had been crouching on the ground servicing Su Fan, suddenly stood up.
Fury welled up inside her, and she was about to rush out and fight Sun Zhigang to the death.
She was Sun Zhigang's lawful wife, yet the woman on the phone was talking to Sun Zhigang with such a flirty tone, calling him "honey." The nature of their relationship was self-evident.
Sun Zhigang had a mistress.
And judging from the conversation, she was likely a colleague from the hospital.
Su Fan quickly covered Wu Miao's mouth.
He managed to restrain the about-to-explode Wu Miao.
At the same time, he gave a pointed look toward Wu Miao's lower half
Looking down at her own pale thighs, Wu Miao belatedly realized.
Right, she herself was up to no good.
