Si Fan walked into the kitchen, and a few black buttons were casually scattered on the white tiles under the dining table.
Clearly, they were the buttons from Jun Yan's shirt.
Her gaze landed on the chair near the door, and her eyes narrowed, revealing a thoughtful expression.
In the next moment, a vague memory in her mind gradually became clear.
The missing buttons from Jun Yan's shirt, the scratches on his neck, and the scabbed area on his lower lip... they were bite marks!
Si Fan's pupils suddenly contracted.
Damn!
It was her, she was the culprit!
Outside the door.
Jiang Qin looked solemnly at Jun Yan and asked, "Xiao Jun, be honest with Auntie, do you...like my daughter?"
Jun Yan was not surprised by Jiang Qin's question. He nodded slightly, "Yes."
He had liked Si Fan for a long time.
There was nothing he couldn't admit.
Hearing this, Jiang Qin gradually relaxed her tense heart.
