Fu Yanhe raised his eyebrows in surprise as he looked at the woman sitting across from him, noticing the slyness that flickered in Shen Yanhe's eyes, which sparked a bit of interest in his own pitch-black eyes.
His long hands pulled out a disinfecting wipe and leisurely cleaned his clearly defined fingers, asking her, "Do you need me to back you up?"
The Shen Family was not exactly a benevolent household, and their relationship with her was far from good.
They not only married her off to him, a disfigured and crippled waste, but they also deceived her into going to the Steton 404 Hotel yesterday. If he hadn't arrived quickly, she would have been defiled.
That place was a den of wolves, and he was somewhat worried about letting such a tender, soft wife return alone.
If he accompanied her, it might deter some of the Shen Family's petty criminals.
After all, she was now his wife in name.
No one could bully his people.
