The limousine quickly drove off, and Wei Anning clung to the car window, watching that familiar figure grow farther and farther away from her. She became so anxious that she turned her head to follow his figure, "Gu... mmph..."
The next second, she was yanked forcefully backward, feeling as though the sky and earth were spinning. She fell onto the man's legs, as solid as steel. The clear, masculine scent of pheromones invaded her nostrils, and she felt a wave of dizziness.
"Leng Youchen, you..."
Leng Youchen pounced forward, trapping her between his body and the car door. He glared out the window with a murderous look in his eyes. The sight of a happy family of three outside the window stabbed him like needles in his eyes.
What had she just been looking at?
Was it Leng Yanbo?
All this time she had been staying by his side, coyly pleasing him, blatantly courting his favor. Was it all just to get back to Beicheng with him?
