After sending Song Qingge away, Wei Anning continued to call Gu Chengjue's number, but it was still turned off. She furrowed her brows, her expression heavy. Gu Chengjue was her last hope, but now she couldn't even contact him.
As she turned around with her phone in hand, she was startled by Leng Youchen, who had appeared behind her at some point. She reflexively stepped back two steps, her hand pressing against her chest, "Why are you sneaking up like that, walking without a sound, you scared me."
The man's phoenix eyes were deeply fixed on her, watching her continuously pat her chest, making her chest pound beneath her sweater, sending his head spinning and his breathing turning heavy. His Adam's apple slid as he spoke indifferently, "Feeling guilty about something? That scared?"
Wei Anning didn't want to talk to him, not forgetting how terribly he treated her that afternoon.
