The small window not far away was pushed open again, and those clear and handsome eyes stared at the two people in the field.
There was a sinister and determined smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Are you sure they will break up this time?" A low and hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Don't you think so?" He said calmly.
"Although Xijian Liying is arrogant and informal, now his wife is humiliating him in public. Even if he doesn't want to break up, he can't afford to humiliate her!"
"The arrow is on the string and must be fired!"
The man hiding in the shadow smiled softly.
Jun Wuhen turned around, suddenly lowered his head and started coughing violently. He beat his chest with his hands and adjusted his breathing before he stopped coughing.
"Are you injured?" A faint voice of surprise came from the shadows.
"No!" He raised his head and immediately denied.
A tall, handsome man wearing a pure white robe suddenly stood up in the darkness.
Before Jun Wuhen could refuse, his hand was already on his pulse.
"Did you just use retrograde casting?" There was confusion in his radiant Danfeng eyes.
Jun Wuhen smiled dryly and did not deny it.
"Why?" A trace of inquiry flashed in the man's narrow and voluptuous Danfeng eyes.
“When I was doing my exercises just now, I accidentally misaligned my meridians, so I had to use retrograde methods to remedy the situation,” he explained.
The man turned his eyes, curled his thin lips slightly, and stared at Jun Wuhen's face with burning eyes.
"But there was a breath flowing around in your meridians, and you suppressed it forcefully before doing the opposite." The man exposed his lie without hesitation.
Jun Wuhen flattened his mouth and frowned, not intending to explain.
The man thought for a moment, then a hint of displeasure and anger suddenly flashed in his eyes: "Were you with her just now?"
"Did you use force on her?" There was a hint of questioning in his voice.