"You..." Mr. Ye lifted his hand.
Before his hand could strike, Jun Mochan caught his wrist, grinning at Mr. Ye. "Mr. Ye, do you dare to raise your hand against my wife in my presence? Who gave you the audacity?"
Jun Mochan, with his striking presence, was familiar to everyone. It was just that Mrs. Ye saw him only as an ordinary friend of Ye Ranran.
In a moment of excitement, Mr. Ye had simply forgotten about his presence.
Now, at the sound of his words, everyone except Gao Han looked somber.
Ye Ranran stared directly at Mrs. Ye, "What did you mean by your words just now? Not blaming me? Are you implying that I was the one who knocked you down, so you should blame me? But you are more magnanimous, so you're forgiving me, is that it?"
"No, Ranran, I didn't mean that, I..."
"If I didn't push you, then how can you blame me?" Ye Ranran retorted.
Mrs. Ye looked helplessly at her, "Ranran, I just wanted you to come home."