After letting go of Yu Shiyuan, Feng Yi irritably pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, white smoke spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Yu Shiyuan, pale-faced, kneeled and sat on the ground, coughing violently; she really thought Feng Yi would strangle her just now.
Lu Jinghan leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his phone inside had already pressed the record button: "You think lying would completely mess up Manman and Feng Yi, and Feng Yi would want you? Stop dreaming."
Yu Shiyuan's legs were weak as she stood up with the support of the long bench, the bright red palm print on her neck glaring: "I didn't lie, that day after Brother Feng Yi got drunk, we did do something that wronged Sister Manman. A girl's reputation is what she cares about most, how could I say anything false."
Ever since the last time Li Manman recorded in the café, Yu Shiyuan dared not be careless again.
"Just leave now, and don't let me see you again."
