Chapter 56: Still Crying?

Fu Chenlie immediately retorted, "When did I say I was scared?"

"Yes, yes, you didn't say it, but I think, as a husband, if you can't make your wife like and care about you, then that man really doesn't have much ability, don't you think?"

"I still have to work, hanging up now."

With that, he hung up the phone.

After returning to his desk and sitting down, the man lit a cigarette, took a harsh drag, and the smoke curled up from his thin lips as his faint, cool gaze shifted towards the direction of the lounge.

Wen Ran sat at her desk, squeezing a white crumpled paper in her hand, wiping her tears, then blowing her nose.

He squinted slightly—

Was she still crying?

Was a kiss enough to make her feel so wronged?

As he watched her, the memory of her resisting and struggling during their kiss suddenly reappeared in his mind, and Fu Chenlie felt annoyed.

Was it the first time kissing a woman, only to be despised?

Grandma was right—