Lu Nianxin's face was so livid it almost dripped blood.
She raised her arm, ready to smash the phone hard on the ground.
But the moment she lifted her arm, she hesitated.
The ringing of the phone came again.
Lu Nianxin glanced at it; it was a call from a variety show scheduled next.
Without a thought, she knew they must be calling to cancel the invitation.
She decisively hung up the phone.
"Nianxin!" Lu Zhe hurried into the bedroom, "What exactly is going on with the news online?"
As soon as Lu Nianxin heard the noise, her voice climbed to her throat.
Subconsciously, she tugged up her collar to try to cover the bright red marks on her neck.
"The internet is abuzz, have you really had relations with that man?" Lu Zhe demanded.
Lu Nianxin averted his gaze, feeling guilty yet defiant, "No."
