Seeing Zhong Lingling sitting in the hall, Shen Zhixuan's face lit up with delight.
His gaze was fixed on Zhong Lingling's face, but when he saw she was wearing a mask, his brows furrowed deeply.
"Lingling, why are you wearing a mask!"
Shen Zhixuan put down his backpack and strode over.
Someone who hasn't been home for a while, not caring about his parents, nor his elderly grandmother, only having eyes for his cousin's wife, that's truly shameful.
"Someone disfigured Lingling's left face!" Grandma Shen said with deep sorrow.
"What? Disfigured!"
Shen Zhixuan's hand clenched into a fist, creaking as it tightened, echoing through the entire hall. The veins on his face bulged, he was so angry his lungs could explode!
Disfigurement!
For a girl, that's more painful than death.
"Who did this to you! That brat Yimo, how could he let his woman get hurt under his very nose!"
Shen Zhixuan suddenly kicked the trash can fiercely.
