It was hard to imagine that such a woman was not... Gu Mochen's thin lips pursed slightly, his gaze lingering on the tears at the corner of her eyes, his aura growing colder by the moment.
"Who is that man? Han Siming?"
Jian Ran: "..."
Listening to the man's domineering words, Jian Ran was in so much pain that she gasped for air. With her eyes reddened, Jian Ran looked at Gu Mochen as he unlocked the handcuffs for her, and then she clumsily redressed herself in the pants that Gu Mochen had just taken off her.
Jian Ran curled up, looking at the man before her, and said hoarsely, "It's none of your business, that was before the marriage... Gu Mochen, are you satisfied now? Have you seen the answer? Can I leave now?"
Jian Ran's beautiful eyes were cold and extremely clear, like Crystal Stone, and at this moment, they were tinged with red as she struggled to hold back tears.
