Actually, deep down in Wang Junchen's heart, he wouldn't really do anything to Tang Xiaowan unless he absolutely had to, since his wife, Ye Wanhua, was very fond of her.
The so-called threat was just talk.
But the word "traitor" genuinely made Wang Junchen feel uncomfortable, even somewhat embarrassed.
"Mrs. Tang, do you think..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a loud shout from the butler, Li Fugui, in the hallway, along with hurried footsteps, thud thud thud.
The sound from the wooden floor was indeed quite loud.
"Old Madam, Old Madam..."
Wang Junchen frowned, swiftly took out a silicone mask and put it on, then jumped out the window and left, moving fluidly, not at all like a 45-year-old man.
Tang Mei saw everything and couldn't help shaking her head repeatedly: Ah, still so infatuated and clueless!
At the same time, the door to the study opened.
