Han Luoli wasn't heartless. There was a time when, because Wen Mu was the victim, he had shown her considerable tolerance.
But now, she had exacerbated the situation, crossing his bottom line.
"Luoli, don't be angry," Wen Mu reached out trying to grab the man's hand.
Han Luoli retreated his hand first, leaning on the sofa with a calm gaze, "Angry? Why should I be angry? I actually should thank you."
Wen Mu furrowed her brow as she looked at him, not foolish enough to misinterpret his words.
"Thank you for giving me a reason to deal with those old stubborns, thank you for making my wife get the approval of Old Qiao. Thank you for bringing me one step closer to the truth."
"My wife is amazing. Even faced with someone as scheming as you, she still won. I'm so happy for her."
Wen Mu tried her best to maintain an elegant facade, but it was continuously shattering, displaying a pained expression.
