Wen Ran denied without thinking: "No, whoever you're involved with has nothing to do with me."
He sneered coldly: "Do you truly believe that yourself?"
She said nothing, stubbornly trying to pry his hand off her chin.
The man didn't loosen his grip; instead, he squeezed tighter and leaned down slightly. His handsome face magnified in front of her as he spoke with a mocking smile: "Mrs. Fu, do you know who that woman is?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
"You'll regret not knowing her."
Wen Ran was displeased with him pinching her chin. She felt toyed with and furrowed her brows, shooting him a glare: "What is there for me to regret?"
"Regret your own foolishness."
"Oh, yes, you've always thought I was foolish."
Fu Chenlie looked at the slight hint of grievance on her face as if she was about to cry. At that moment, he dropped the urge to tease her further and abruptly released her chin.
Finally free, Wen Ran lifted her foot, ready to leave and head upstairs.