Seeing Linda's figure disappear at the stairway on the second floor, Wei Anning finally calmed down, freed herself from the man's grip, and walked over to the sofa, sitting down and sulking. In a daze, she again thought of those photos from five years ago, and it made her heart ache terribly.
If it weren't for that set of photos at the time, she wouldn't have left Beicheng in a fit of pique, and left him; they wouldn't have lost five years.
Leng Youchen had his hands tucked in his pockets, staring at her back. He slowly walked over and sat beside her, "Linda and I are not as you've imagined, not angry anymore, hmm?"
Wei Anning ignored him, turning her head to the side.
Leng Youchen pursed his lips, looking at her pouty expression, "If I really had something going on with her, I wouldn't have come to find you."
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