Wen Nuan's back suddenly went cold: "You're not Leng Yan's friend, you are..."
Her mind was somewhat dizzy, pointing a trembling finger at him.
How could it be possible?
This result left her momentarily unable to accept it, staring at him blankly: "Who exactly are you?"
She was afraid to hear those two words.
Leng Yan...
He shouldn't be Leng Yan. Leng Yan was so bad, someone she disliked, he couldn't be Leng Yan.
"You've finally gotten a bit smarter."
Seeing her embarrassed look, a mocking smile appeared on his lips: "I am indeed Leng Yan. What, don't recognize your husband?"
The color quickly drained from Wen Nuan's face, coldness enveloping her entire body. She stared at Leng Yan, hoping desperately that what he said was just a joke.
Unfortunately...
