400 Is Your Wife As Young And Beautiful As Me?

As he walked to the woman's side, someone grabbed his right side. He looked down. The woman firmly held him with both hands and was unwilling to let go of his hand.

"Let go." His tone was cold and distant.

Jian Han looked at him slowly. The man's handsome, refined face looked stern under the lights. It did not have its usual gentleness anymore. The tip of her nose turned sour, and she bit down on her bottom lip. Her sparkling tears trickled down one by one, "Why? Give me a reason. I am begging you now… Don't be like that…"

She did not know what she did wrong.

Before she had slept, he was still fine.

Zhou Dayuan looked at the tears on her face. In his heart, he still hated her to the extreme, but when he saw the tears on her face, he felt as if a knife were stabbed through his heart.

He stretched his right hand out, using his index finger to brush a tear on her face. He lowered his volume and said, "Jian Han, are your tears for real?"