Wei Anning sat beside Leng Youchen, while Yan Nanfei and Li Dong sat across from them. Seeing that no one was speaking, the two exchanged glances, sensing the palpable tension inside the cabin.
Leng Youchen wore a sour expression on his handsome face, staring silently out of the window.
He struggled to describe the agitation that surged within him the moment he heard Gong Ting's voice over the phone. It was a kind of restlessness, entirely different from what Jiang Yang or Gu Chengjue had ever stirred in him.
At that moment, he had just one thought: No matter what, he could not let his wife spend even a second longer with Gong Ting.
Wei Anning noticed his expression was darker than the night outside. Feeling uneasy, she knew he was angry. She slid her hand into his palm, her fingers playfully squeezing his fingertips. "You're home so early today?"
