Wei Anning stared at him blankly. The man's handsome face was sullen, the line of his jaw taut, his expression so indifferent that it appeared especially aloof. She felt inexplicably wronged, yet didn't want to argue with him.
She grabbed her bag and turned to leave.
Just as she took a step, a force caught her wrist. In the next second, she was pulled back and fell into the man's solid chest. The anger in the man's breath was palpable. "Where are you going?"
Wei Anning struggled desperately, but the man's grip on her was firm. With every bit of strength she used, he matched her, as if he wanted to crush her wrist bones. She frowned, "Let go!"
"Cancel the arranged marriage with the Gong Family, and I'll give you what you want," Leng Youchen said, lowering his eyes to look at her pain-stricken pale face. He eventually relaxed his grip slightly, but not enough for her to break free.
