Leng Youchen's expression cleared slightly as he swept a glance over Rong Ling, who stood with his back ramrod straight, probably thinking Rong Ling had only superficially acquiesced and was inwardly defiant. He said coldly, "This meeting is over for today. Rong Ling, go wait for me in the study. I have something to say to you."
Rong Ling's hands at his side clenched into fists, and without a word, he turned and left.
Leng Youchen watched his retreating figure, his gaze murky and unclear. He trusted Rong Ling's loyalty, but it was because of this loyalty that Rong Ling could lose perspective. He held Wei Anning's hand and said gently, "I'll take you back to your room."
Wei Anning tried to pull her hand away but found herself suddenly in Leng Youchen's lap, with her walking cane clattering to the ground. Embarrassed, she buried her head in his chest. There were so many people watching; wasn't he embarrassed?
