Leng Youchen picked up the photo, in which the woman had wrapped herself up tightly, revealing only a pair of gloomy eyes that glared angrily in a certain direction. He narrowed his eyes, "Send someone to find her. Her brazen appearance by my wife's side is a slap in my face!"
Li Dong bowed his head, "Third Young Master, it is my incompetence."
Leng Youchen tossed the photo aside and lit a cigarette, flicking off the ash. "Wei Anjing dares to show up by my wife's side, which means she is confident and unafraid. It's just unknown what connections she has with the British Royal Family—if they are her backing, then a hundred of you would still be powerless against her."
"I will send someone to secretly protect the Third Young Lady, ensuring not even the slightest harm comes to her."
"Leave the search to others, you personally protect my wife. Until things become clear, I don't feel at ease," said the man with a profound gaze amidst the smoke.
