Wei Anning was forcefully pushed back two steps by his imposing aura, fear, timidity, and panic—all the negative emotions surged to her heart at once, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.
She was afraid of him, a fear that now seemed to emanate from deep within her bones.
The man's dark, inky phoenix eyes lost the last glint of light at the bottom of his pupils as she retreated backward, the deep blackness churning. Leng Youchen's hand pressed against the armrest, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He glided his wheelchair forward, approaching Wei Anning step by step, with a silent demeanor yet emitting a bone-chilling coldness. He stopped five steps away from her, and suddenly his thin lips curled up, "Thinking of leaving with my dear big brother?"
Wei Anning shuddered all over. Biting her lower lip, terrified of him, yet she still puffed out her chest, "Leng Youchen, I just want to go back to my own world."
