After asking the question, Fu Chenlie sneered, "The lobby of Fu Group is bustling with people, why did you specifically bump into Tan Qiming's arms? Don't tell me it was just a coincidence!"
It was indeed a coincidence.
But he didn't believe her, what could she do?
Wen Ran looked at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, her lips slightly pursed, appearing pitiful.
Noticing her expression, Fu Chenlie narrowed his eyes and reminded her, "I'm talking to you!"
She knew.
But she didn't know what to say.
Wen Ran pursed her lips, and while hesitating, she carefully reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes twice, her apricot eyes looking into his as she softly began, "You are my husband, and we have been married for some time now. Don't I deserve any of your trust?"
He glanced at her hand clutching his clothes, then shifted his gaze to her face and countered, "What do you think?"