As soon as Wei Anning's words fell, her vision blurred, and before she could see clearly, Leng Youchen had already closed in on her, his large hand fiercely gripping her chin and forcing her to face his dark, threatening eyes, fury steaming onto her face.
"Wei Anjing, do you think I'm stupid, to believe your lies over and over again?"
His trust in her had been ruthlessly crushed time and again, and if he were to still trust her, it would be sheer folly. This woman, full of lies, what made her think he would believe her again?
The severe pain in her chin turned her small face pale, and she felt that in the next moment, he would crush her chin. Her heart was bitter and desperate, tears rolling down, and with a rasping voice she said, "If you don't believe me, then let me go. Rather than keeping a woman you think will harm you by your side, it's better to let me go and be free of this burden."
