As soon as the words fell, she saw Fu Chenlie's face turn suddenly cold. Without missing a beat, she diverted her gaze, feigning blindness.
However—
His deep, resonant voice soon reached her ears, "What I want to say, you must listen."
Wen Ran, "…"
Listen to this tone?
Domineering, leaving no room for resistance, and even carrying a hint of a veiled threat.
Is this Fu Chenlie's definition of a conversation?
Wen Ran guessed that in his world, probably no one was ever allowed to refuse him.
"Well, then go ahead," she said indifferently.
But Fu Chenlie was not satisfied, "What kind of attitude is this?"
Wen Ran looked up at him with a smile, "Husband, why are you so hard to please? You want to talk, and I'm letting you; now you're asking about my attitude? What attitude can I have? It's simply the attitude of obediently listening to you, right?"
"So you mean to say that I'm forcing you to listen to me?"