Yan Nanfei saw that she wanted to speak but hesitated, and asked urgently, "What's wrong with him?"
Wei Anning opened her mouth, but didn't know where to start. She couldn't possibly tell Yan Nanfei that she suspected Leng Youchen had some kind of illness. But isn't a mental cleanliness obsession a sickness?
"Nothing, nothing."
Yan Nanfei knew she wasn't willing to say more, so she didn't press. She thought of that man as dazzling as a pearl, "Anning, how did you meet Mr. Gong?"
Wei Anning roughly explained how they met, and Yan Nanfei's eyes widened, "So, that suit and pocket square were his? No wonder I thought they didn't look cheap."
"Yeah." Wei Anning nodded.
Yan Nanfei instantly understood, "No wonder your male god got angry. I think Gong Ting's interest in you wasn't just a coincidence. Think about it, giving you a handkerchief and clothes in the rain, then meeting you at a private banquet, and again in such a crowded old town—it's all too coincidental."
