Leng Youchen watched as Wei Anning seemed completely oblivious to his existence, the flame in his heart surged upward spontaneously, darkening the handsome face as if it carried a 3D effect. The air around him simmered with heat, enough to prevent any grass from growing within a hundred miles.
Wei Anning could feel two pairs of eyes fixed on her back. She turned her head and met the man's almost fiery gaze with a silly smile, "Leng Youchen, it's cold outside, you should hurry up and follow."
Although the weather in early spring had warmed up, staying outside for a long time would still make one feel the chill creeping into their body.
The man's gaze softened in an instant. Even if she paid just a little bit of attention to him, he felt very happy. He decided not to fuss with Gu Chengjue for the moment. He wanted to be a magnanimous man!
"Mm," he replied.