At this moment, a cold voice from behind Zhao Haotian rang out: "What's going on?"
Qi Baotan instinctively moved closer to Shen You'an, the motion catching Zhao Haotian's attention. His gaze swept over, and at that glance, he couldn't help but pause slightly.
The girl's figure was slender and tall, leaning casually against the corridor wall with an air of indolent ease.
It was a perfectly ordinary face, yet for some reason, it gave Zhao Haotian a strange sense of familiarity.
Damn it, he distinctly didn't know this girl.
"Brother, this woman bullied your sister-in-law! Look at what she did to her beautiful face! You need to stand up for Ruirui!"
"Brother…," Yu Jiarui whimpered pitifully, her eyes soft and watery, enough to melt anyone's heart.
Her delicate face bore a glaringly obvious slap mark, creating the perfect image of a tragic victim.
