Wei Anning turned around and looked firmly at Leng Youchen, "To me, you are my boss, nothing more."
Leng Youchen's thin lips pressed into a straight line, and the veins on his forehead throbbed in anger. He took a breath, "Fine, boss, I got it."
After speaking, he pulled up the quilt and lay down, like a thirty-year-old man acting like a child, sulking with the quilt over his head. No problem? Wei Anning, let's see how long you can keep being stubborn!
Wei Anning's shoulders sagged, wishing that this trip to Birmingham would end soon so she wouldn't have to continue living these stressful days.
Leng Youchen slept until two in the afternoon before waking up, having missed lunch. Luckily, there was some fish porridge left from the morning. After eating and washing up, he stood by the bed, ready to change clothes.
