Wei Anning, furious and embarrassed, threw a pillow which Leng Youchen caught effortlessly. She glared at him with wide eyes, "Leng Youchen, whatever step Gong Ting and I have reached is none of your business."
Leng Youchen tossed the pillow back onto the sofa, his expression cold and indifferent, "Indeed it isn't my business, but I'm curious how he tolerates his woman reacting in another man's arms?"
"You!" Wei Anning was so angry that her chest hurt with a chill.
Leng Youchen stared at her coldly, disliking how she always wanted to avoid him whenever she saw him. Was he a maneating tiger that would devour her?
He tried so hard to be good to her, yet with just a few words or actions, she would anger him until he broke his composure.
"Wei Anning, he can't satisfy you. You might as well leave him early. In this world, only I can satisfy you."
