"..." An idea gradually took shape in his mind.
'Could it be? Is she doing all this just to make me sign the divorce papers?'
A cold, fragmented glint flashed through the man's deep, alluring eyes, which were as dark as a frozen pond.
The timid "other man" clearly had no experience confronting the legal husband. Faced with this powerful man and his cold, unyielding aura, he subconsciously glanced downstairs, as if pleading for Shen Lang's help.
Wen Jie stood his ground. His tall, imposing figure was enough to inspire awe and intimidation just by being there.
He didn't stop the "other man" from calling for backup.
"Shen—" The man blurted out a single syllable before he seemed to remember something and hastily corrected himself. "Darling Lang! Darling Lang! Get up here, quick!"
As if only just now hearing the commotion, Shen Lang slowly got up, slipped on her shoes, and went upstairs.
"What's wrong?"
