Wei Anning shrank her neck in fright, feeling intimidated at heart, but her mouth still couldn't resist showing off, "Come on then, who's afraid of who?"
The man's gaze darkened in an instant, watching her with a cold and deep intensity.
You dead thing, always showing off. If someone really starts bullying you, don't come crying to me. Gliding in his wheelchair, he inched closer and raised an eyebrow in a devilish manner, "Are you sure?"
Wei Anning, seeing his dangerously intimating phoenix eyes scanning over her, quickly lost her nerve, "Not sure, just get out of here!"
Leng Youchen's lips curved in a mocking smile, as he elegantly and coldly wheeled himself out.
Lowering his gaze to the red mark on the back of his hand, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly lifted his hand.
Wei Anning thought he was about to slap back and shrunk back in fear. To her surprise, he instead placed his palm by his lips, gave it a "pop" of a kiss, and shot her a charming smile before wheeling out.
