Wei Anning shook her head, thinking she might just be overthinking things. She followed the maid step by step down the stairs and into the brilliantly lit cabin.
Leng Youchen watched Wei Anning's figure leave, and as he lifted his head to his trusted followers, his picturesque features lost the tenderness that had been there in Wei Anning's presence, replaced by a shard of piercing cold. He parted his lips indifferently, "We were held up in Marseille, and from here on out, we might need to travel day and night. You all will have to bear some hardships. Go verify the anniversary ceremony process once more."
Rong Ling stepped forward, pushing the wheelchair toward the direction of the cabin. "Third Young Master, rest assured, the more critical this moment, the less likely we are to let our guard down, it's just..."
"Just what? You've been by my side for years, there's no need to mumble," he interrupted.
