Gong Ting was so angry his liver trembled, and he retorted, "Leng Youchen, for the past five years, the one who has been by her side is me, not you. If I'm not qualified, who is?"
The atmosphere in the VIP room was tense, and Wei Anning tugged on Gong Ting's arm, "Gong Ting, let me talk to him alone."
"Ning'er."
Wei Anning shook her head. Gong Ting pressed his lips into a thin line, glanced at the man in a rage, and reluctantly left.
The room was left with just the two of them. Wei Anning sighed heavily, noticing his dry, cracking lips. She bent down to pick up her water cup, walked to him, and offered it to him, "Have some water. Once you've calmed down, we can talk."
Leng Youchen forcefully pushed her hand away, spilling water all over her, but fortunately, it wasn't hot.
