Wei Anning's face was so red it looked like it could bleed, she glared at the man in front of her. She should have been filled with shame and indignation at that moment, yet as she watched him spouting such presumptuous nonsense, she perversely found him handsome.
"You, you have no shame!" Wei Anning finally blurted out after holding it in for what felt like an eternity.
Leng Youchen looked at her flustered little face, knowing she was embarrassed, he pursed his lips and smiled faintly, "What do I need a face for in front of my wife?"
Wei Anning was so mortified she felt like she could emit smoke, yet she had no way to deal with his thick-skinned nature. She turned her head away, sulking and ignoring him.
Seeing her act pettishly, Leng Youchen's tense heart suddenly relaxed. Taking advantage of her distraction, he suddenly leaped onto her single-seat sofa and squeezed in to sit beside her.
