As soon as she heard this, she knew it was Yuan Qin who sold her out.
And what’s more, sold her out word for word.
However, Song Baiyan’s questioning indirectly acknowledged that Yuan Qin was his man.
Upon entering Tan Palace, Tang Li learned that Song Baiyan was working, and Ji Ming inford her there was no one else in the office at that mont, so she made a detour upstairs and ca straight here.
So, she was still wearing that torn shirt.
However, before getting out of the car, Tang Li had rolled up the shirt sleeves a few tis, wearing it as a sun-protection jacket.
But Yuan Qin’s ’betrayal for glory’ rendered her cover-up useless.
Because Tang Li remained silent, Song Baiyan stopped reviewing the docunts, looked up, and observed Tang Li deliberately or inadvertently hiding her left arm behind her, "Now you know to hide it."
"..." Tang Li moved a bit closer to the desk, still not revealing her left hand, and argued, "It wasn’t intentional, it didn’t really hurt."
"It didn’t hurt, yet the clothes have a hole in them."
Tang Li pursed her lips slightly.
—Feeling like a child being scolded.
Even though Song Baiyan’s tone didn’t carry much severity.
She could still sense the difference from usual.
After all, they were officially married, she was already Mrs. Song.
Being scolded again would be a total loss of face, even though there was no one else here.
"I," Tang Li pointed her right index finger toward the door: "I’ll go upstairs now, it’s almost dinner ti, and see if there’s anything I can help with."
As soon as she finished speaking, she planned to slip away.
Before she could turn around, her left wrist was caught.
Tang Li stood by the desk again.
Song Baiyan held her with his left hand and lifted her shirt sleeve with his right hand. Seeing him check her arm, Tang Li deliberately explained: "It got rubbed by sothing, might be a little swollen."
She didn’t ntion that Lai Yuaner had stabbed her with scissors.
Not to defend Lai Yuaner, but to avoid worrying the person she cared about.
The next second, Song Baiyan released her sleeve.
"What kind of thing would rub and leave such a big hole?"
"There was a hook on the bathroom door."
The skill of Tang Li’s blatant lying was evidently not very advanced.
Song Baiyan pulled her a bit closer again: "Did sothing happen with the Lai Family people when Yuan Qin didn’t tag along?"
His tone was mild, yet it left Tang Li no room to hide.
Knowing that so things, even if she didn’t admit it, Song Baiyan would get the gist when he later learned her cheap father was injured, she simply nodded, then said, "Since Jiang Yiniing is my classmate, and her affair with my father might be counted against by Lai Yuaner, she tried to stab with scissors, but my father couldn’t stand it and blocked it for ."
Song Baiyan: "..."
Speaking of Tang Li’s father, he had worked with him.
Expecting Lai Wenyan to risk himself to save soone, well, the sun might rise from the west.
No doubt, Tang Li was stirring up so trouble.
"Originally I was planning to stew a chicken soup for my dad tomorrow, but the doctor said his intestines might be hurt, and his diet has to be light."
As soon as she finished speaking, Song Baiyan pulled her onto his lap.
This gesture made Tang Li sowhat uncomfortable.
After all, they were at the office.
"If that’s the case, I should prepare a gift to send to the hospital." Song Baiyan hugged her and said.
"..." Tang Li.
Not wanting him to wade into this ss, Tang Li took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, her tone turning a bit more affectionate: "Actually, before he went into the operating room, my dad held my hand and repeatedly instructed not to tell you."
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