Leng Youchen did not look at her, handing the documents to his secretary before turning and gliding away in his wheelchair.
Anning knew he was angry again. No matter how she tried to sever ties with Leng Yanbo, Anjing's past with Leng Yanbo was like a fishbone stuck in his throat, constantly reminding him of the hurt they had once inflicted upon him.
Such a heavy past was something she was powerless against, and it was why her heart raced with panic at the sight of his desolate and indifferent backdrop.
She hurried after him, ignoring the dull pain in her right leg, encased in plaster cast because she knew that if she didn't make things clear with him today, the grudge between them would only deepen.
