Wei Anning turned off the faucet, struggled out of his embrace, and faced him, her clear eyes landing on his elegantly handsome face, "You sent Li Dong to investigate, didn't you?"
Leng Youchen pursed his lips, "There's still no news."
Wei Anning looked at Leng Youchen without speaking. She remembered the sports car that had suddenly sped over from the opposite lane that afternoon. At that time, the car's speed was too fast, and with the rear windshield shattered from the collision, she hadn't seen the person inside at all.
It was only now, having calmed down, that she began to feel puzzled.
Their car had been hit all the way, and later, it seemed like Li Dong made a call for help, and then that sports car appeared and saved them. Who could the savior be?
Leng Youchen felt uneasy under her gaze, always feeling that she might be suspecting something, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
