On the way back, Wei Anning was somewhat absent-minded, wondering what Leng Youchen meant by making a domineering comeback. What kind of dominance was he referring to?
She lowered her eyes to look at the neatly trimmed back of his head. Undeniably, she felt a sense of anticipation in her heart. The scene of him dazzling everyone would surely be wildly flamboyant and cool.
Just thinking about it made her unable to contain her excitement.
A surge of boldness welled up inside her, and she declared with boundless enthusiasm, "Leng Youchen, if there's anything I can help with, don't hesitate to ask. I'll give it my all until my dying breath."
The hands that Leng Youchen had rested on his knees suddenly clenched, his eyes shimmering with emotion. His lips curled into a hint of a sneer.
Wei Anjing, you don't need to do anything, just stand by my side and watch me take care of that trash. You will be the last one I deal with.
