Wen Ruan's thoughts were pulled back by Fu Jingbai’s words, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to introduce He Yanci.
To call him her husband—what kind of couple were they, really? Other than sleeping together once, they were nothing.
If she introduced him that way, He Yanci probably wouldn’t be happy about it either.
After a brief pause, Wen Ruan said lightly, "Family."
He Yanci was already filled with pent-up frustration, and hearing Wen Ruan’s indifferent three words only fueled his irritation.
Family.
To hell with family.
He was her man—why wouldn’t she say it?
Was it because of Fu Jingbai?
The fire in He Yanci's chest burned hotter. With his long legs, he strode over to Wen Ruan in just two steps and snatched the phone she was holding to her ear.
Wen Ruan’s hand was suddenly empty. She looked up abruptly at the strikingly handsome man before her, her soft eyes carrying a trace of anger. "Why did you snatch my phone?"