For a time, Jian An'an had been consumed by a fierce jealousy. Like any wife whose husband was targeted by a home-wrecker, she had wanted nothing more than to rush straight up to Shen Luo and slap her across the face several times.
It was only just now, when Shen Luo threw herself unhesitatingly into Li Shaoting's arms, that she finally sensed something was amiss.
"Even the most perfect performance has its cracks. Shen Luo, when you look at my husband, the depths of your eyes hold nothing but calculation. There is not a single trace of that burning, fervent, reckless love!"
Chapter 1287