Leng Youchen glanced at Rong Ling and said indifferently, "Since the lady says there's no need to hire a tour guide, then we won't hire one. It would prevent the lady from feeling uncomfortable being attended to."
Wei Anning couldn't help but laugh. The profession of a tour guide, so high-end and sophisticated, yet when he mentioned it, it sounded no different from that of a maid.
"Third Young Master..." Rong Ling looked at him disapprovingly.
Leng Youchen cast a warning glance at him. Even if Rong Ling had objections, he knew he couldn't continue and pursed his lips, his complexion darkening a shade.
Deep down, he grew even more disgusted with Wei Anning.
The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. Wei Anning was aware of Rong Ling's deep-seated grudge against her but didn't take his attitude to heart. It was only for these few days. Once she proved that she was Wei Anning, not Wei Anjing, he could go back to despising the real Wei Anjing.
