The low-key, luxurious Maybach drove away from the airport, with Leng Youchen sitting in the back seat, exuding an aura that warned strangers not to approach. His peripheral vision caught Wei Anning and Gong Ting walking out arm in arm, adding another touch of cold sharpness to his brow.
Linda sat next to him, naturally seeing the couple coming out of the airport as well. She tilted her head and looked at Leng Youchen's sternly attractive face, saying, "Youchen, they're a good match, aren't they? Just like a couple straight out of a drama, talented man and beautiful woman, they're perfect together."
Leng Youchen's lips were tightly pursed. He glanced coldly at her, "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."
Linda was shut down by him, her pretty face stiffened slightly, and she looked out the window at the array of buildings rapidly retreating. She said, "Go ahead and pursue what you want. In the end, you'll find the person who loves you most is still me, only me."
