Wei Anning, having left her hometown and willingly assumed Wei Anjing's identity to stay by his side, never wanted the outcome to be his inexplicable coldness and abandonment. Even if they were to have a cold war, she needed to know why, otherwise she would never accept it!
"Butler, we're going to the company," Wei Anning suddenly looked up, her gaze resolute as she addressed the butler. If he wouldn't come home, then she would go to him. He thought he could just leave her behind like this, no way!
"Ah?" The butler stared at her blankly.
"Ah what? To the company, yes. I want to see just how busy that man who won't come home really is," Wei Anning said, then broke into a violent cough, her cheeks turning red.
Coming to his senses, the butler quickly unscrewed the thermos and handed her the rock sugar pear syrup that the servants had prepared. "Third Young Lady, have some water to soothe your throat. You've caught such a bad cold; perhaps we should go back to the villa."
