“Wife, shouldn’t you help your husband change first?” The voice behind her was puzzled, yet soft and low, with a husky, seductive edge.
It truly made Wen Qingwan dazed for a moment—when that voice sounded, she nearly nodded in agreement by instinct.
“Hah! You lost—and you still expect me to wait on you? Get out of here. The farther, the better.” Wen Qingwan turned, her voice tinged with fury.