As soon as Wen Zhihuan saw Li Jianlan tears rolling down like pearls, his heart immediately felt as if it had suffered a heavy blow, and he felt endless pain.
A steel-like eight-foot-strong man immediately transformed into a little sheep. He sat on the bed and whispered," Wife, don' t be angry. Don' t be angry. I' m wrong, can' t I?"
Li Jianlan sobbed," What's wrong?"
He really knew where he was wrong! It was just to appease her and put her posture to a minimum!
"I...... "I' m wrong."
Li Jianlan looked at his deflated appearance and almost couldn' t help but laugh.
However, her tears were extremely precious. Even if she flowed, it would be worth it. She couldn' t break her cultivation so easily. He continued to pouted and complained pitifully," You' re mocking me."
"I ……"
"You' re
