Leng Youchen's heart trembled as he looked at the petite figure standing in front of him, ready to shield him from harm. Although he was now strong enough to be impervious to all poisons, her protection was like icing on the cake.
Glancing at Leng Yanbo's distorted handsome face, he almost applauded with joy, feeling utterly satisfied.
Leng Yanbo stared at Wei Anning in disbelief, the more he looked, the more he felt she was a stranger. Anjing would never speak up for Leng Youchen; she must have been brainwashed or coerced by him. He refused to believe that she would change her heart.
His eyes turned bloodshot, and he couldn't stop shaking his head, unable to accept the reality of his lover's betrayal, "No, you're not my Anjing, you're not my Anjing. Give me back my Anjing, you devil."
Wei Anning's heart skipped uncomfortably under his piercing gaze, and she couldn't help but retreat two steps, avoiding his eyes. Had he realized she was an impostor?
