I’ll Only Give You One Chance

Leng Rushuang could not bear to hear her husband being insulted like this. A cold look flashed in her eyes. Just as she was about to say something, Jian Wushuang reached out and patted the back of her hand.

"It's fine," Jian Wushuang put down his wine cup and shook his head.

"Husband, but they said that about you..." Leng Rushuang frowned.

Before she could finish, Jian Wushuang smiled and said, "There are thousands of rumors in the world, why should we care about them? Just do your best."

"Alright, let's rest for a while and then leave."

Leng Rushuang thought for a while and then smiled. She replied, "I'll do everything according to my husband."

A moment later, just as Jian Wushuang and Leng Rushuang were about to leave, an evil-looking young man dressed like a rich family's young master walked into the restaurant. He was wearing a brocade robe and holding a folding fan.