Gong Ting furrowed his brows, seeing the poorly concealed tension on her face. She clearly didn't look like everything was fine. "Ning'er, to show my sincerity, let me treat you both to dinner."
Wei Anning shook her head. "No need, I've already made plans with Nanfei. Goodbye, Mr. Gong."
With that, she pulled a bewildered Yan Nanfei along and left without looking back. She knew all too well what Leng Youchen was obsessively sensitive about, knew what ignited his temper every time. She didn't want to step on his landmines anymore, causing both of them to end up battered and bruised.
Gong Ting stood by the roadside, staring at her hastily retreating figure, his thin lips pressed tight. Was she now avoiding him at all costs because of what happened last night? Just how important was Leng Youchen to her?
The more he thought about it, the more restless and agitated he became. He wasn't asking for much—just to stay by her side. Was that really asking for too much?
