Wei Anning remained silent. She didn't want to drag him into the royal power struggle, nor into the disputes between her and Dora.
The next second, her hand was grasped by him, pulling her between his legs, urging softly, "Speak!"
Wei Anning panicked and tried to pull away, but his legs tightened, rendering her immobile. Her face flushed red, glaring at him angrily, "Leng Youchen, can you not be so domineering?"
"Then tell me honestly, who is it that wants you dead?" The man's gaze was oppressive, his tone aggressive.
She bit her lip, suddenly smiling with a cold and distant tone, "Does who wants me dead have anything to do with you? President Leng, you're just my superior, don't cross the line."
Leng Youchen frowned, his dark gaze fixed on her face, unfazed by her provocation, "Wei Anning, when I'm speaking nicely to you, you'd better answer honestly."
Wei Anning found it amusing and genuinely laughed, "What if I answer dishonestly?"
