Wei Anning detected the coldness in his tone and furrowed her brows. How could his attitude revert to being so cold after just watching the snowfall? Moreover, the sarcasm seemed even heavier.
"Leng Youchen..."
"Reciprocate the courtesy. I did the laundry last night, so tonight it's your turn. Or are you trying to shirk your responsibility?" Leng Youchen gazed at her quietly, the icy look in his eyes nearly freezing her solid.
She pressed her lips together and looked down at her own shadow. "I didn't intend to shirk."
"Then I'll trouble Designer Gong, please." The man turned his gaze away and said coldly.
Wei Anning shrank back, standing in front of the mirror, baring her teeth at her own reflection. Why was she so timid in front of him?
Despite how uncomfortable she felt being around him, she still refused to find another room to move into. She was truly self-torturing.
