Leng Youchen felt a warmth in his heart and reached out to hold her hand, "Weren't you helping me fight back just now? It turns out my wife is so formidable."
Anning knelt beside him, looking up at him, "Just now when she hit you with her bag, why didn't you dodge? Fortunately, Li Dong blocked it for you, otherwise your face would have suffered again."
Leng Youchen's phoenix eyes dimmed, his hands tightened, pulling her up into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, not letting her see the vulnerability and loneliness in his eyes, "Wife, I am very grateful that you are by my side."
Anning's breathing grew painful as she watched Jiang Yuan's harm and indifference toward him. No matter how much it hurt her, she couldn't help him. Because she understood that injuries from loved ones were the most desperate kind of heartache.
"From now on, don't let her get close to you, alright?"
