The tone filled with disdain made Wei Anning feel so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground. Though she dared not say anything, in her heart she was cursing away—disdain? He had just touched her moments ago; she had never seen anyone more shameless than him.
She earnestly finished washing his hands for him and was about to grab a towel to wipe them dry, but the man withdrew his hands, not allowing her to do so.
As she bent down to grasp his hand, he moved it away, and after a few attempts, Wei Anning also lost her patience. She glared at him like a volcano ready to erupt. "Are you going to dry your hands or not?"
Leng Youchen looked at her impatient face. His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes grew even darker. His lips curled up slightly. "You haven't used the hand sanitizer."
X your old bastard!
