Xiang Xiran's gaze fell on Wen Hua.
Wen Hua glanced at Bi Fu, took a deep breath, shifted his gaze to Xiang Xiran, but remained silent.
Xiang Xiran smiled, gave a glance to the two bodyguards, and sat down to start smoking.
The bodyguards grabbed Bi Fu and slapped her hard on both cheeks.
"Slap—" "Slap—" Two sounds fell, and blood appeared at the corner of Bi Fu's mouth.
Wen Hua looked at Xiang Xiran, "Xiang Xiran!"
Xiang Xiran motioned for the bodyguards to stop, lounged on the sofa, sauntered over to Wen Hua, and with a pair of elegantly beautiful hands, caressed Wen Hua's cheek, "Didn't see that you actually care for your wife, you're a good man."
Wen Hua sat there with a sullen expression, "Take your hand away."
Xiang Xiran blew a puff of smoke towards Wen Hua, turned to look at Bi Fu, and spoke in a cold and stern voice, "No matter what method you use, as long as you can get Qin Huan into this room, I will let you both go."
