He Tang had been on tenterhooks for four or five days, standing in front of the mirror looking at the bruises purple and ferocious on her cheeks and neck, knowing full well the extent of Zhang Qian's fury this time.
But strangely enough, since bringing her back from outside, Zhang Qian hadn't come to see her even once.
He Tang didn't believe Zhang Qian would be magnanimous enough to easily turn this page; on the contrary, with his vindictive nature, who knew what mischief he was still holding back.
Therefore, He Tang never took the situation lightly.
Standing in front of the mirror, she blow-dried her hair, then after leaving the bathroom, she went to the living room.
The living room's projector TV was broadcasting a celebrity red carpet segment of some awards ceremony.
Ye Shiyun, as a top representative in the celebrity world, was always high-profile. Today, on the red carpet, her apricot-feathered dress was stunning.
