"My husband?" Shen Jingli was very confused. Who on earth was he? Why did he say he was her husband?" Looking at the confused Shen Jingli, the ridicule in the man's eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only a glance of anger. Shen Jingli looked at him with a strange expression on his face and hurriedly ran to the door. Before he could open the door, his wrist had been grabbed by a lot of strength, and it was painful. The man gently pulled her back, and Shen Jingli was forced to turn around and lean against the door.
Looking at the man in front of her, Shen Jingli's eyes were filled with endless haze. She pulled her arm in an attempt to break free from the man's grip, but she was unable to do so at all. Her wrist was still tightly held in the man's hand. Looking at the fear in Shen Jingli's
