Wei Anning stared blankly at him; his dashing and elegant appearance would surely captivate countless women's hearts tonight. Thinking about it, her heart soured and bubbled with distress. He didn't take her with him, definitely for fear she might cramp his style while flirting.
She pouted in disdain, humming twice, yet her eyes remained glued to him. With such a good figure, how does he maintain it? He was literally like a clothes hanger; whatever he wore became stylish and chic.
The Butler knocked and entered, looking at Leng Youchen who had already changed into his formal attire, and said, "Third Young Master, it's time to leave."
Leng Youchen nodded and glanced at the woman standing beside him, reaching out to pinch her palm, "Wait for me to return!"
A layer of mist covered Wei Anning's eyes. At this moment, he was like an Emperor about to set off for battle, while she could only be the woman behind him. She lowered her head, responding in a hoarse voice, "Mhm."
