Leng Youchen's brow furrowed slightly as he looked at her uncontrollable shivering; he must have realized that she truly had seen Wei Anjing. In a composed tone, he said, "Madam, that joke isn't funny at all."
"Really, I'm not lying to you, she really warned me on the computer." Wei Anning stamped her foot anxiously, she never lied, but in the eyes of the man she loved the most, she was someone who lied habitually.
How could this not make her feel powerless and sad?
Leng Youchen's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were filled with suspicion. He gently took her hand and wheeled himself in.
Following him into the bedroom, Wei Anning no longer found it dreamy. On the contrary, it felt somewhat eerie. A room with such a girly vibe housing a pervert gave her the creeps.
Leng Youchen approached the desk and reached out to start the computer, but it didn't respond.
