As the words left Wen Jin's mouth, Wen Ran suddenly turned pale.
She pleaded with her eyes at Mo Xiuchen, hoping he wouldn't make things difficult or start an argument with his brother.
However, Mo Xiuchen and Wen Jin happened to share the same idea, one refused to let go, and the other was unwilling to leave.
Even though she begged with her desperate eyes, he showed no intention of leaving. He sat there in his chair with a tall and motionless body.
Being trapped in this stifling and tense atmosphere, Wen Ran grew more anxious. Her hands were still gripping Mo Xiuchen's tightly. She turned to Wen Jin anxiously, "Brother, please don't be angry."
Wen Jin didn't look at Wen Ran. He just stared at Mo Xiuchen with a gloomy gaze, saying word by word with coldness, "Mo Xiuchen, don't talk about how you married Ranran because you had no choice. Even if you two married out of mutual affection, she wouldn't simply cut ties with me, her brother, just because she married you."
