Wen Tang was shocked.
It really was her!
"Dead people can't talk. Sorry, you'll never be able to find the evidence in this lifetime," Lu Nianxin said triumphantly.
She walked away in her high heels.
The sound of her footsteps got farther and farther, and Wen Tang turned to look in the direction she left, unable to recover for a long time.
She felt guilty and angry, even more upset with herself for not fighting back.
Tears forcibly welled up.
"What's wrong?"
The man's voice reached Wen Tang's ears.
"Why are you crying?" Pei Heyan gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Wen Tang's eyes, his eyes filled with pity.
"Who is bullying our Ah Tang?"
Wen Tang took a deep breath to calm herself, "I'll tell you later when we get back."
She was about to leave but then felt something was wrong and looked up to ask Pei Heyan, "Are my eyes still red?"
Pei Heyan caressed Wen Tang's small face and his other hand weaved through her hair, inadvertently kissing her on the forehead.
