Leng Youchen's brow slightly furrowed as he looked at her excessive excitement. His large hand gently stroked her hair as he asked her in a calm voice, "What's wrong? Are you not happy to go back to Beicheng?"
Wei Anning clutched his sleeve, the delicate square diamond buttons pressing against her fingertips. She was feeling a wave of panic and looked at him anxiously, "Leng Youchen, didn't the butler say that you couldn't leave Aisha Island? If we go to Beicheng, won't your family blame you?"
Was she worried about him?
The man's brows relaxed, and he took her fair, soft little hand in his, playing with it as a pleasurable smile lingered in his eyes, "Are you very worried about me?"
Wei Anning nodded vigorously, clearly showing how much the butler's words had impacted her.
The laughter in Leng Youchen's deep eyes grew more intense; he liked seeing her worried and caring about him. He tapped her forehead, "Silly girl, your man is very capable. You don't have to worry."
