Leng Youchen took a seat in the car and observed her turning her head to look out the window, her lips pouting enough to hang an oil bottle. He leaned over, cupped her face with his hand, turned her head back, and kissed those puckered up little lips.
"Who upset my wife? Tell me, and I'll take care of him."
Wei Anning looked at his smiling handsome face dumbfounded. He seldom smiled, but when he did, it dazzled her. However, recalling how she had been locked in the computer room and had scrolled through all her contacts on her phone without finding his number, the loneliness made her heart ache.
"You!"
"Me?" Leng Youchen raised an eyebrow and quietly waited for his wife to clarify.
Wei Anning opened her mouth, wanting to say that Yan Nanfei even had his phone number while she did not, but then she felt that voicing such a complaint seemed petty and swallowed the words back down, "It's nothing, I was probably just scared."
