Tears shimmered in Wei Anning's eyes as she took his hand and slipped that male ring onto his finger. She smiled through her tears, "Leng Youchen, I promise you, I will definitely bring you home."
Leng Youchen, amused and exasperated, flicked her forehead with a finger, "Mischief."
Wei Anning touched her forehead. As long as he wasn't angry, everything was fine.
Leng Youchen, helpless, looked down at the platinum male ring on his ring finger. Despite his reluctance, he had to keep his composure now. He couldn't bear to trouble her, so he could only trouble himself.
Leaning in to kiss her lips, he stood up, "I'll go pay."
Wei Anning watched him leave. She lowered her gaze, and the diamond on her ring sparkled brilliantly under the light. She gently caressed it, a peculiar sadness rising in her heart.
As Leng Youchen exited the VIP room, he saw Gong Ting leaning against the wall, smoking. With a cold gaze, he walked past him.
