The voice was gentle, yet it contained a kind of chill that made people shiver.
Immediately, the air seemed to freeze.
Everyone was astonished by the scene before them, especially those who knew Wen Mulan's identity. Their eyes widened even further.
After all, this was the eldest young master of the Wen Family, who was always known for being pure-hearted and desireless. And yet, here he was, tenderly and heartachingly caressing a woman's cheek.
It was almost unbelievable.
Lu Mianmian bit her lip awkwardly and pulled down Wen Mulan's hand, "This is none of your business."
Wen Mulan's eyes darkened for a moment as he looked up at the other people in the room, "Who hit her?"
His cold voice carried an inherent authority that made everyone's bodies tremble.
Some unconsciously glanced at Lu Na.
Wen Mulan naturally noticed this and strode over to Lu Na, looking down on her from above, "Was it you who hit her?"
