The second MMS contained a good dozen photos, each with the same man but from different angles.
Xu Yixue was almost certain that it was Xu Fan.
As she kept flipping through the photos, the discomfort inside her felt like a reservoir's dam — once the water surpasses the warning line, it would flood.
She clenched her pale face until she saw the last photo, and she could no longer control her tears, which fell down her cheeks.
Because in that last photo, although it was only the man's back, everything about him looked exactly like Xu Fan; and there was Li Qianqian, her face flushed red, panting heavily, her expression one of immense physical satisfaction after being replenished.
Xu Yixue felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her mind thundering.
She strongly doubted the authenticity of these photos, suspected they were Photoshopped, Xu Fan would never go behind her back to see other women.