Leng Youchen slammed the door and left. Wei Anjing collapsed onto the ground, her eyes flashing with a hint of madness. Leng Youchen, if you think you can get rid of me so easily, think again!
Leng Youchen returned to his car, started it, and drove away from the commercial building. An oppressive heaviness clung to his chest. He called Secretary Jin and told him to book a room and bring a fresh set of clothes there.
He needed to cleanse himself. He couldn't bring this dirty stench back to his kingdom, back to his woman.
His car pulled into a five-star hotel. Secretary Jin had already booked the room and was waiting outside with the clothes. Leng Youchen strode over, took the clothes from his hands, and went straight into the room.
The man stripped off his clothes and stood under the showerhead. The scorching 50-degree water turned his fair skin a rosy shade. He cupped his face in his hands, but Anjing's words echoed in his ears once again.
His expression darkened instantly.
