Leng Youchen finished freshening up, his entire being exuding a clean and crisp energy. His gaze swept over the petite woman pretending to be dead while lying on the bed, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes before quickly disappearing.
"Get up and wash up. We're meeting key figures at the Birmingham Government Hall later," he said.
Wei Anning heard his cool voice. He didn't tease her about her earlier awkwardness at all. Slowly, she climbed out of bed, too embarrassed to look at him, and hung her head as she shuffled toward the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, her heart was still pounding uncontrollably. From the mirror's reflection, she sneaked a glance in the direction of the toilet and suddenly felt the urge to slam her head against the wall.
Wei Anning, you idiot! Can you be any less sensible? You're making a complete fool of yourself!
