"..."
Han Luoli stood outside the study in disarray.
He watched as the girl next to him leaned against the door frame, wiping away tears with an expression of both heartache and physical pain.
Gu Xiaoer grew more and more distressed as she looked on, her big eyes brimming with tears. The originally understated and luxurious study was now a wreck, with many valuable private collections of paintings reduced to tatters.
But it was all hard-earned money, that wasteful man was too hateful. Angry as she was, how could he just smash things at will!
"Baby, don't be angry anymore." Han Luoli softened his tone to coax the girl, "Tell your husband, did Wen Mu say anything to you today?"
The man was still thinking about this matter.
Gu Xiaoer pouted, unhappy. He didn't allow her to mention Lu Tianze, yet he himself brought up Wen Mu. Was he feeling guilty?
Stinky man, now I'll settle the score with you!
