"Third Young Lady, please don't get agitated. Come in and we'll talk," Director Li closed the door and immediately adopted a solemn expression before returning to the reception area.
Wei Anning had already rushed to Leng Youchen's side, tightly grabbing his hand. She couldn't utter a single word of comfort, struggling to hold back tears that reddened her eyes, threatening to fall.
She kept repeating that it was nothing, not sure whether she was comforting herself or Leng Youchen.
Leng Youchen turned his head, his dark phoenix eyes looking at her. The girl seemed greatly wronged, wanting to cry but not daring to, probably to prevent him from feeling upset. Considering how thoughtfully she was being for his sake, he really wanted to hug her.
"Director Li, go ahead, I'm listening," Wei Anning said, trying to control herself, her voice still choking up a bit.
She had prepared herself for the worst; at most, nothing would change.
