Jiang Xiurong felt a gentle breeze pass through her face.
She looked at Wang Deming with her eyes as wide as saucers.
Why does this man suddenly feel different? Just a few seconds ago, his words were as harsh as a bucket full of rocks that were splayed over her.
But now? He was so different. Not just different, he was the entire opposite. It was as if he was possessed by someone else. What exactly has happened to him.
How could such a cold person turn so warm within a gap of a single second? Jiang Xiurong suddenly became wavy of the man that was sitting in front of him while looking at her with the warmest eyes that one could ever possess.
So what if he was behaving like the 'best husband' now? She can not forget the harsh words that he has just spoken a couple of minutes ago.
She slapped his hand, which rested on her cheeks, away harshly as she continued glaring at him.
