"Then what did he do in the bar?"
Shu Ya didn't know how much courage he used to ask this question.
Zhuo Hao's deception really disappointed her.
The closest man, her husband, consumes her trust and feelings between them again and again.
This is tantamount to taking her as a doll who fiddles with her at will and doesn't care at all.
In Shu Ya's view, Zhuo Hao's explanation to her was only perfunctory. From that night on, he began to tell one lie after another, and then used other lies to round it up, so on and on.
"It seems that someone called him. I don't know exactly what to do."
Fu Lingman didn't care about fiddling with his fingernails, tone with a mockery of Shu Ya, "So he didn't tell you anything? Neither can you, Mrs. Zhuo."
Her words angered Shu Ya again.
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