"Madam, your credibility with me is too poor for me to trust you!" Leng Youchen stared at her calmly, bluntly stating what was on his mind. He had nothing to hide; he never trusted her in the first place.
Wei Anning lowered her eyelids, knowing full well he spoke the truth, yet his frankness still wounded her, "So, even if I say I'm not Wei Anjing, you still won't believe me, right?"
The girl's eyelashes trembled, her voice tinged with helplessness and grievance. Her eyes were the clearest, most moving stream in the world, yet she had the cruellest heart.
Leng Youchen reminded himself repeatedly not to be fooled by the illusion she presented. He averted his gaze, not looking at her, and spoke indifferently, "Yes!"
How could she not be Wei Anjing? There couldn't be two women who looked exactly alike in this world.
