Leng Youchen choked for a moment, unable to react. "Who are you calling?"
Wei Anning didn't speak. She picked up the mobile phone from the desk and walked away.
Leng Youchen glared at her retreating back. Her purpose for coming in was simple and rude—just to grab her mobile phone. It was like flipping the table; even a mobile phone seemed more important to her than his presence.
"You stop right there!" Leng Youchen barked, but Wei Anning didn't pay any attention to him. She walked out of the study with the phone in hand and considerately slammed the door behind her.
With a "bang," both the inside and outside of the room became quiet.
Leng Youchen's handsome face turned iron blue as he stared at the closed door of the study. He was losing his temper. To think she dared to slam the door in his face.
