Wen Jiaren paused for a moment. She couldn't say she loved Long Teng, but she nodded to Mu Qian.
At that moment, she suddenly felt so cold. The warmth around her seemed to drop several degrees, making her shiver. She didn't realize the chill came from the man behind her.
"And you? Are you and your wife not getting along? Why didn't you bring her on the trip?"
She heard the man behind her, his voice extremely desolate, say, "She fell in love with someone else!"
Wen Jiaren: "..."
Indeed, she hadn't guessed wrong; his relationship with his wife was truly not good.
Wen Jiaren curiously asked, "You're so outstanding. How could your wife fall for someone else?"
This man isn't lacking in anything—his body is good, his looks can be considered handsome, and he has a robust demeanor. How could his wife have fallen for someone else?
Shortly, Mu Qian's extremely resentful voice rang out again, "She fell for a pretty boy who looks like a woman."
