The two men were of similar height and had some overlaps in temperament, but their differences were more pronounced. Mo Shichen's eyes and expressions carried a hint of a rakish charm, but he did not come across as frivolous, whereas Wen Hanyi, though seemingly mild-mannered, naturally exuded a flirtatious aura.
This was a high-class residential area; the hallways were clean and well-lit, but there was an extravagant yet impersonal sense of desolation.
Mo Shichen tugged at his thin lips and smiled, "Young Master Wen seems to have some grievances against me?"
Wen Hanyi said, "I wouldn't dare."
"..."
A perpetual smile veiled the handsome man's face, his tone refined yet his meaning clear, "I know that in the past I probably did several things that hurt Wen Yi, but as it stands, she is still my wife…" His voice deliberately paused for a few seconds, the corners of his lips lifted slightly, "and she will be in the future.
Wen Hanyi's smile was sardonic, "Only... past hurts?"
