Like a bolt out of the blue, Wei Anning was stunned, paralyzed on the spot. More than his mistrust, what saddened her was the possibility that Leng Youchen might not return home for a while.
Was he going to abandon her? Just yesterday morning she saw him off, and everything was fine, what on earth had happened?
Wei Anning had never been one to sit around waiting for disaster to strike, she pulled open the door and walked out. The butler turned his head, and saw her striding out quickly, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Third Young Lady…"
Before he could finish, Wei Anning had already snatched the cellphone from his hand. Seeing it was still in a call, she angrily demanded, "Leng Youchen, what do you mean by this? Planning to leave me to fend for myself?"
On the other end of the call, the man suddenly heard that familiar female voice, his heart clenching as if gripped by an invisible hand, immediately aching. He hung up the phone without a word.