Leng Youchen lifted his gaze, and through the white smoke, he watched Wei Anning standing tentatively at the doorway, looking so timid as if he were a man-eating monster. His brows furrowed, and the malevolence in his eyes deepened.
He gestured to her with a crooked finger, "Come here!"
Wei Anning unconsciously walked toward him; the office was thick with smoke, and she coughed a few times. By the time she had reached the side of the desk, her eyes were already brimming with tears.
In her blurred vision, she saw many cigarette butts lying in the ashtray before him. She frowned, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Haven't I told you not to smoke so much... Leng Youchen, why is there blood on your forehead?" Wei Anning anxiously cradled his handsome face, noticing a cut on his forehead from which the blood had already coagulated, with some strands of his hair sticking to it in a somewhat shocking manner.
