The interior of the villa was lavish, with a crystal chandelier falling from the dome, casting a warm glow.
Leng Youchen wrapped his arm around her as they entered the living room. The butler approached with a phone in hand. Leng Youchen patted her small face, "Let the maid show you around, go ahead."
Her face flushed, Wei Anning slid down to the ground, took the crutch offered by the maid, and went to tour the villa.
Leng Youchen watched her figure disappear, his gaze shifting to the butler.
The butler quickly bowed and handed over the phone, whispering, "Third Young Master, it's the lady's call."
The man's brows furrowed slightly, a trace of scorn crossed the depths of his eyes. He wheeled his chair to the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows. Early autumn weather, leaves covered the ground outside. His eyes bleak, his voice resonated deeply, "Hello?"
