Wei Anning seriously recalled whether she had ever told Leng Youchen that Yan Nanfei liked Jiang Yang, but she couldn't remember. Puzzled, she asked, "Did I say that?"
"Yes." The man's expression was very certain, leaving no room for her doubt.
She fell silent for a moment, awkwardly standing up from his legs. Realizing she might have spoken too much, she scratched her head, "Does Lu Junxi know too?"
"A man is naturally aware of who his own woman is watching. I trust he's not blind and doesn't need someone else to tell him." Leng Youchen's expression was cold. Men's keenness towards rivals in love has always been no less sharp than that of women, only men tend to be more adept at quickly and ruthlessly eliminating them.
As Wei Anning sighed in relief, her heart inexplicably tightened. Knowing that Yan Nanfei had someone she liked, why would Lu Junxi still marry her? How deep was his love for her, really?
After breakfast, Leng Youchen drove Wei Anning to the school.
