Fu Chenlie's movement halted in the air, and his gaze darkened a few shades as he glanced at her obliquely, "What do you want?"
Wen Ran pursed her lips, remaining silent.
He stood upright, gazing down at her with an imperious air, "Mrs. Fu, you should know that my patience is limited. Don't put on an unhappy face in front of me, alright?"
She didn't respond, but resolutely turned and started walking towards her own room.
As she brushed past him, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in front of him, "Didn't hear what I said?"
Wen Ran twitched the corner of her mouth but retorted instead of answering, "So what if I heard? Are your words decrees that I must obey? Am I your maid with no right to refuse?"
Fu Chenlie's eyes were dangerous, "You want to make trouble?"