"Relax, do I look like someone that stupid?"
"No, you are exactly that."
Before Fan Rou's roar could be heard, Ye Ranran quickly hung up the phone.
In the living room, Fan Er threw the newspaper at Jia Shanliang's face: "Tell me, was it you who did this?"
Jia Shanliang took the newspaper off her face, looking at Fan Er without any fear: "If I say it wasn't me, would you believe it?"
"Do you think I would believe that?"
She was clearly getting back at him for how he treated her yesterday.
"I've seen through you. You pretend to be a victim, like you've suffered a great injustice, but inside you're full of tricks, calculating who knows what."
"Isn't this situation what you wanted? I've married you as you demanded. What more could you be dissatisfied with?"
Looking at Fan Er in a rage, Jia Shanliang's face remained calm, without a smile but not angry either.
