Upon hearing this, the man slightly furrowed his brows.
She continued, "Those who don't like me, I don't like either!"
After Wen Ran finished speaking, Fu Chenlie stared at her with an especially profound and indecipherable gaze.
This was the first time he had clearly and unmistakably heard a woman say she didn't like him, which felt both surprising and refreshing.
From the time he had any memory, all he had ever heard were praises; insincere flattery and obsequious compliments no longer stirred the slightest ripple in his heart.
Today, for the first time in twenty-five years, he heard an honest word from a woman—something he could not get from others.
And this woman was his wife.
A sense of pleasant surprise arose in Fu Chenlie's heart, and he even felt a strange kinship with this surprise.
He gazed at Wen Ran and suddenly laughed.
When Wen Ran saw his smiling face, there was a moment of dumbfoundedness.
At the same time, there was also fear.