Wei Anning felt a headache the moment she saw him and didn't want to talk to him, turning around to leave.
Leng Yanbo's handsome face darkened as he pushed open the car door, quickly caught up to her, and abruptly grabbed her wrist, angrily saying, "You leave as soon as you see me, is it that you don't want to see me so much?"
"Let go of me!" Wei Anning forcefully shook off his hand; her wrist had been pinched red. She said, "Leng Yanbo, what exactly do you want to do? Do you think my life is too easy, and you have to pick a fight to make me suffer for you to be satisfied?"
Leng Yanbo's reason, teetering on the edge of collapse, immediately snapped back. He had never realized that his repeated provocations of Leng Youchen would simultaneously hurt her. "Anjing..."
"Don't call me Anjing. I am not Wei Anjing!"
Wei Anning interrupted him irritably, stepping closer to him, her gaze sharp, "Leng Yanbo, are you blind? After all this time, can't you see that I'm not Wei Anjing at all?"
