With a belly full of anger, Nangong Bing pushed open the door and sat on the bed.
Her face was pale, and her autumn eyes revealed some irritation.
Thinking, this Lin Zifeng really... even if he did something outside, he didn't have to bring home someone else's underwear, right?
Now the evidence is right in front of him, yet he stubbornly refuses to admit it.
You can imagine how wicked he's become.
I should have known better than to be kind to him. The kinder you are, the more they mess around outside.
Thinking about this, Nangong Bing felt increasingly angry.
Seeing a glass bottle on the table, she suddenly stood up, picked up the bottle, ready to smash it to relieve her anger, but then thought again.
Why should I be angry? Why should I be angry with him?
Am I, Nangong Bing, such a petty woman? Humph...
"Isn't Lin Zifeng fond of sneaking around outside? Fine. Since I didn't see it with my own eyes, I'll let it go. I won't argue with him to avoid being called narrow-minded."
