Han Xi had already taken out his phone from his pocket and recorded every word Jian Ru said without missing a beat. Finally, he caught her red-handed.
She was indeed a malicious woman with a deceptive appearance.
After hanging up the phone, Jian Ru came out of the stairwell. When she opened the door, she was completely stunned: "Sis, how are you here?"
Han Xi stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall, and looked at her with clear eyes filled with disgust: "So, you really are such a despicable and treacherous woman. What do you think will happen to your wedding if my grandmother finds out about this?"
Jian Ru forced herself to calm down. She lifted her hand to tuck her long hair behind her ear, smiling slightly: "Sis, what are you talking about? I don't understand anything."
"Your improvisation skills are truly vivid, it's a pity you're not an actress."
"Sis, is there some misunderstanding between us? If there's anything I've done wrong, please let me know."
