Leng Youchen was hit, but he didn't get angry at all. He shoved the pillow aside, flipped over, and lay face down on it, propping his chin with his hands as he stared unblinkingly at the furious little woman. Her eyes were jet black, with no trace of blue in them. "I gave you the chance, but you didn't take it."
"You're still talking about that!" Wei Anning glared at him. Even if she was the one who acted forcefully, wasn't he the one who benefitted? She wasn't stupid.
The man's eyes were brimming with amusement. Suddenly, he said, "Do you want to sing?"
Wei Anning continued glaring at him. "Don't bring up things you shouldn't, as if I haven't embarrassed myself enough today."
The man's smile deepened. He sat up and said, "The screening room is equipped with Dolby surround sound, a full set of audio equipment, and a custom-made top-tier microphone. You can sing freely; no one's going to come and punish you."
