Han Luoli turned abruptly, the light at the doorway was dim, and he slightly closed his eyes. In the pitch-black depths of his pupils, a bloodthirsty glint appeared and vanished in a flash.
"Wen Mu, if it really is you, I will..." The man paused briefly and then spoke in a tone devoid of any emotion, enunciating each word, "personally, end, your, life."
The mature man's anger no longer showed on his face. He simply maintained his composed facial features, looking at Wen Mu with such coldness and iciness.
That look alone was enough to make any woman retreat in fear.
Unable to bear it, Wen Mu stepped back, her pupils a shocking red filled with astonishment and shock. She leaned weakly against the table as tears fell.
She knew how ruthless this man could be.
But she never thought he could be so heartless; she was the victim, it was her!
For that slut Gu Xiaoer, he would actually go as far as killing her—was he intent on destroying all evidence?
