Fu Chenlie captured the essence of her words with precision, narrowing his eyes, "Again?"
Wen Ran adjusted her tone, "Husband, if there's something you want to say, please do. If I've done something wrong, I'll definitely change, okay?"
He withdrew his gaze from her face, removed the cigarette from between his lips, and tapped it into the ashtray to shake off the ashes.
Then, the man's voice, slightly hoarse from smoking, drifted with indifference, "Come here."
That "come here" carried a mix of three parts forcefulness and four parts casualness, which to Wen Ran's ears, only heightened the sense of danger. She didn't even know what she had done to upset this man again.
She walked over weakly and stood beside him, "Husband, do you have something important to tell me?"
Fu Chenlie lifted his gaze to look at her, his eyes emanating an unfathomable light.
His inscrutable gaze threw her into a bit of a panic.