And it was leftovers too.
"Besides your nice face, what do you have that's better than my husband? I'm not some shallow person who would fall for someone just for their looks. Tell me, what do I have for my husband?"
Speaking of Jun Mochan, Ye Ranran's face was full of pride, "Even if he's not perfect, he's perfect in my heart, let alone he's actually perfect."
That look of complete trust annoyed Song Ze.
"You trust him that much?"
"Yes, I trust him." She trusted him more than she trusted herself.
"I don't know if he trusts you as much as you trust him." Suddenly, Song Ze reached out and held Ye Ranran.
His lips aimed at hers.
Ye Ranran turned her face away, and Song Ze kissed her cheek instead.
Jun Mochan, who had just arrived, saw this scene and angrily kicked Song Ze.
Song Ze, in pain, was forced to let go of Ye Ranran.
"You pervert." Ye Ranran raised her hand to slap Song Ze.
Jun Mochan grabbed her hand: "Lady, calm down."