Leng Youchen's sharp, handsome face was full of anger, and he mockingly said, "Since when did the Duke Mansion's honor become something you cared about? Wei Anning, why don't you just say you're eyeing The Queen's throne and want to sit on it and have a try?"
Wei Anning felt a wave of bitterness in her heart, unable to refute his accusation, and retorted in defiance, "Yes, I'm eyeing The Queen's throne, I just want to sit on it. Are you happy now?"
Leng Youchen's face darkened, realizing his words were too harsh just now. Seeing her eyes reddened with anger, his attitude unknowingly softened.
He reached out to grab her hand, but she refused to let him. Stubbornly, he insisted on holding her hand, "Sorry, my tone wasn't good just now. Tell me, what pressure have you been under these days?"
