Leng Youchen's gaze flickered lightly, that day she learned from Wei Anjing that he was the man behind the mask, which made him feel somewhat guilty, yet his tone remained aggressively pressing, "Such a coincidence, why doesn't he rush to help when any Tom, Dick, or Harry gets knocked down? Why does he only take pity on you?"
Wei Anning glared at him, "So, what you're saying is, I should just die in the rain, and no one should bother with me?"
Leng Youchen's heart skipped a beat, knowing full well he couldn't stand tall before his wife in this matter, so he decided to act coquettishly in an attempt to bluff his way through.
He reached out to wrap his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head towards her, "Am I not just afraid that you're too naïve and someone might abduct you?"
