Wen Zhan waited until the office door had closed before he lifted his gaze back to the woman standing opposite him, a cold laugh escaping him, "A best friend's husband... that makes it even more interesting, no wonder they say guard against fire, theft, and best friends."
Clearly, he had misunderstood even deeper—thinking that Mu Wanqing had stolen her best friend's husband.
After all, such things were not unheard of.
"What do you mean, Wen Zhan?" Mu Wanqing's expression turned fierce; her breath quickened with anger.
"What do you mean? If that guy really is your best friend's husband, it just shows how stupid your best friend is! To dare leave her own husband alone with—"
Wen Zhan didn't finish his sentence before Mu Wanqing, driven by anger beyond reason, grabbed the cup of water from the table and, with a "swoosh", furiously splashed it onto the man's face!
"Hisss!"