"You sure have a lot of free time, running to the Pei Family every other day. Do they have a little lover for you there? You seem to really like that place."
Facing Zhao Moxuan's sarcastic tone, Wen Mian didn't plan on pandering to him.
"Yeah, I have a little lover there, unlike you. You have a lover but can't be together. Now it's great, isn't it? Your engagement to Pei Qingqing was rejected, so not only do you not have a lover, but you've also lost an official wife."
"You..."
Zhao Moxuan was always quick-tempered.
Provoked by Wen Mian like this, the man's anger was nearly uncontrollable.
But he raised his hand and seized Wen Mian's wrist in a swift move.
The overt forcefulness was obvious, causing Wen Mian to inhale sharply.
"Finding joy in my troubles, are you?"
The man furrowed his brows and questioned, a sense of pointed déjà vu in his tone.
However, Wen Mian was not afraid of Zhao Moxuan.
