"My husband is still lying in the hospital, that day of the car accident he was on a date with Wen Laibao, and after the accident, it was her who called the police, and it was her who took my husband to the hospital, everyone can vouch for me."
An Wei's hand was tightly pinching her thigh, tears falling drop by drop, "Before, when Gu Chen wanted a divorce, I had no idea why, until after the accident, that's when I found out he was keeping a mistress, and this woman is her."
An Wei pointed at Wen Jiaren, her eyes glaring wide, as if she wished she could rip her to shreds.
On Sunday, the usual time for grocery shopping, a crowd of old men and women had gathered at the door, along with quite a few young men and women, who were now all consumed with sympathy for An Wei, pointing and whispering about Wen Jiaren, feeling indignant on An Wei's behalf.
This time, Zhao Yufen really started crying in desperation, Wen Laibao patted her hand, "There's no such thing, don't worry."
