Meng Yanzhi glanced at her coldly, and even though he said nothing, Wen Yun just knew he was angry.
But, why was he angry?
"Who are you?"
Hu Shuwei looked at Meng Yanzhi, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, exuding an air of superiority that made Hu Shuwei instinctively feel inferior.
Especially with Meng Yanzhi holding Wen Yun by the waist, and Wen Yun not objecting.
Could it be that Wen Yun was really married?
Hu Shuwei's face turned pale, and even the pain in his stomach seemed to lessen a bit.
"Don't even think about her."
Meng Yanzhi didn't even bother to glance at Hu Shuwei. These days, he's been eating outside, and even though every meal was meticulously prepared, it lacked the warmth of Wen Yun's home-cooked meals. He'd rather squeeze into a small dining room with Wen Yun than eat in a spacious grand one, as if something was missing.
