The gym suddenly fell into an eerie silence, and Wei Anning realized she had said something wrong. She bit her lip and didn't dare look at Leng Youchen's expression.
The word "lame" can be so hurtful.
Especially for someone who is disabled, it could intensify the feeling of inferiority in his heart. If Leng Youchen was the masked man, then this word would have no harming effect on him.
But what if he wasn't?
For a moment, her thoughts raced, her emotions becoming incredibly complex.
Outside the window, the storm was raging, and rain poured down, hitting the glass. But inside the gym, there was no sound at all, the silence was terrifying.
"You you you, you're despicable!" She glared at him, his handsome face sporting a wicked smirk. Just moments ago she had been worried about hurting his pride, but looking at him now, his skin seemed thick as leather, impervious to injury.
