Compared to Mrs. Sheng's hysteria, Sheng Jianan's face was stern, not saying a word.
Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Mrs. Sheng's wrist, taking a photo out of his pocket with his other hand: "Who is this person?"
Mrs. Sheng's face changed drastically, and her voice was no longer as aggressive as before: "You... what are you talking about?"
Sheng Jianan coldly released Mrs. Sheng's hand, his tone growing even colder: "What do I mean, don't you know? Do you need me to tell you a story? A story about a man tangled between three women, then a woman retaliates by getting plastic surgery to seduce a married man, and then continuously seeks revenge. Do I need to repeat it for you?"
Mrs. Sheng struggled to swallow: "What are you talking about? I don't know, is it that Tang Yanqi wretch telling you something again?"
Sheng Jianan was indifferent; he had no desire to speak to the person before him. This story was too melodramatic, and he had no desire to repeat it.
Turning around
