Wei Anning waited outside the door, and as time passed, she grew increasingly anxious. Just when she thought about eavesdropping by pressing her ear against the door, it was opened from the inside, Jiang Yuan stormed out looking furious, with the anger still clear on her exquisite face.
Wei Anning instinctively straightened up, judging by her expression, their conversation hadn't been pleasant—had Leng Youchen been hurt again?
Jiang Yuan walked straight toward her, her gaze softening. She gently took her hand in a completely different manner from how she had treated Leng Youchen just moments before, "Anjing, would you like to go have a cup of coffee with me?"
Wei Anning felt as if the hand that Jiang Yuan held prickled with needles. She stared at her in a daze. If she could be so kind to a stranger, why did she treat Leng Youchen with such hatred and disgust?
She pulled her hand back, "I'm sorry, madam, I have plans with Leng Youchen. We are going to have dinner shortly."
