Wei Anning's cheeks were burning as she hurriedly reached out to tug her collar. Leng Youchen glanced at her briefly, then picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Lu Feng, go to the nearest mall and buy a woman's shirt, size..."
Leng Youchen's gaze lingered on Wei Anning's chest for a moment, and he calmly said, "Size M."
Wei Anning: "..."
After hanging up, Leng Youchen toyed with his phone with his fingertips, looking leisurely, with no intention of continuing with his work. His dark, phoenix-like eyes just kept staring at her, making her feel uneasy all over.
Wei Anning felt a bit awkward inside. She chose a spot farthest from the man to sit down, her hair disheveled and hanging messily behind her head, her scalp faintly aching.
Just now, Luo Yi was indeed ruthless, pulling out quite a bit of her hair. Seeing Leng Youchen staring at her without speaking, she awkwardly said, "President Leng, you go ahead and work. I'll just sit and wait for a while."
