Wei Anning was caught off guard, her whole body falling onto the bed. She scrambled up awkwardly and glared at him angrily. He, however, didn't even glance at her, squatting down and pulling open the black suitcase to retrieve his change of clothes.
Wei Anning glared at him, puffing up with frustration. Did this man not understand how infuriating it was for him to stir up a calm spring pond?
If he didn't even harbor hatred, then why did he have to appear before her, disrupting the tranquility of her heart? Sharing the same room—just what was this supposed to mean?
Leng Youchen closed the suitcase, holding his change of clothes, and passed through her furious gaze indifferently before stepping into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water streamed out from inside.
Wei Anning's shoulders slumped, a wave of desolation washing over her. She simply flopped onto the bed, lying about in resignation.
London, Gong Estate.
