"Lady, this is a press conference, and besides, with his punchable face, I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash."
Shen Yanran was grinding her teeth, clearly harboring a grudge against Li Feng from their previous encounters in Huacheng.
Wang Jin'er blinked twice, handed the fruit salad over to Shen Yanran, and passed her the tablet, "Do you have to be so bitterly vengeful, as if you were the one marrying him?"
"Ptui, you're my wife; let that stinky man roll aside."
Shen Yanran, with her tomboyish manner, wrapped her arms around Wang Jin'er and planted a kiss on her face. Wang Jin'er pushed Shen Yanran away, "Go eat your fruit salad."
Wang Jin'er picked up the tablet and replayed the message, her brows furrowed. Shen Yanran, who was enjoying her fruit salad, looked over, "What's wrong, Jin'er?"
"Nothing."
"Your brows are almost scrunched into a 'chuan' character. Jin'er, do you think this guy did it on purpose?"
