"You’re overthinking it."
Having said that, Fan Junlan ignored her completely. How could she possibly have a pleasant expression for the homewrecker who had stolen her husband? Besides, she had no intention of dealing with Lin Chudong. Ma Fenghua had brought this upon himself. Her anger in the hotel earlier hadn't been because Lin Chudong shot him; she didn't care in the slightest whether Ma Fenghua lived or died. She was only feeling affronted that Lin Chudong had shot her husband, known exactly who she was, and then had the audacity to suggest a secret rendezvous. It felt as if he were trampling on her dignity.
Soon, Ma Fenghua was wheeled out of the operating room. Since the injury was limited to his legs, they had only used local anesthesia. The surgery was a success—Lin Chudong hadn't been overly brutal, so it hadn't been a difficult procedure. When Ma Fenghua was pushed out and saw Zhang Suting and Fan Junlan standing together, he looked surprised, but his expression remained otherwise unchanged. Both women knew about each other; since the truth was out, there was no point in pretending.
Chapter 64