Leng Youchen stared at her mockingly, "Wei Anning, quit while you're ahead, don't overdo it."
"..." Wei Anning's anger flared up. Quit while you're ahead, my foot. She clicked on the background, trying to change the photo, but no matter what she did, it wouldn't change.
In the warm yellow light, the man's chest was half-exposed, sculpted like a wall, laying on the bed in a seemingly tender and weak posture. Anyone who saw it would surely misunderstand.
"You're drooling."
Wei Anning shuddered, looked up, and met the man's teasing gaze. Her cheeks burned as she quickly lowered her head, trying to change the desktop again, "What did you do? Why can't I change my desktop?"
"If you can change it, it means you hacked into my computer last night," the man said sinisterly.
Flip the table!
Wei Anning really wanted to smash the computer in his face. Knowing how hard it was to change his mind, she didn't want to waste words on him and closed the laptop, grabbed her briefcase, and left.
