Leng Youchen pressed his lips together, ignoring the taunt, and looked at Wei Anning nervously, "How are you? Did you hit anywhere?"
Wei Anning wasn't hit anywhere, but her stomach was churning, making her feel nauseous. Meeting the man's concerned gaze, she shook her head, "I'm fine, don't worry."
Only then did Leng Youchen's expression relax. He reached over to fasten her seatbelt and said gently, "Let me know if you're uncomfortable."
"Okay."
Gong Ting watched the scene in the rearview mirror, jealousy gnawing at him. He stared coldly at the night colors ahead, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his hands gripping the steering wheel trembled with anger, revealing his inner torment.
Soon after, the car stopped in front of the hotel where Huan Yu Real Estate's anniversary celebration was held. At this moment, luxury cars gathered around the hotel, and the valet quickly jogged over to open their car door.
