Li Dong expressed that he couldn't understand the Third Young Master anymore. He was terrifyingly calm, just too unusual, "Third Young Master, Third Young Lady..."
"Li Dong, whatever you want to say, I want you to take it back," Leng Youchen looked up, warning him with his gaze.
Li Dong was startled and didn't dare to finish his sentence.
The silence in the car resumed, Leng Youchen turned to look out of the window. Night Colors cloaked the city, and even the dazzling neon lights of the city couldn't illuminate every dark corner.
Emotions surged in the depths of his eyes. He struggled to restrain the impulse to call her and demand answers. The photos had been taken secretly, and the paparazzi had deliberately chosen the most suspicious ones to send to the newspaper, intending to create conflict between him and his wife.
Even though he clearly knew the intentions of the other party, the thought of his woman being taken advantage of was particularly torturous and distressing.
