Leng Yanbo's pupils constricted; his hands clenched into fists. Leng Youchen's attitude made it clear that he had long known Wei Anning's true identity, yet he had played him for a fool. Damn it!
"You knew all along, didn't you? She's not Anjing. Why didn't you say anything?" Leng Yanbo's neck veins bulged with fury, as he longed to flay Leng Youchen alive.
"Haha, you're so blind that you only realize it now; whose fault is that? I've been sick of you buzzing around my wife like a fly, unable to recognize the woman you love. Do you even deserve to talk about love?" Leng Youchen mocked with scorn.
Leng Yanbo swayed on his feet. After going back yesterday, he had laid on the couch thinking all night about the recent events. Indeed, he had been blind, never once suspecting that she wasn't Anjing!
"Where is Anjing? What have you done with her?" Leng Yanbo demanded hysterically.
