Leng Youchen pressed his lips together, "It was my oversight, but I absolutely didn't mean to curse you to death, madam. As long as we can leave that whirlpool, does the method really matter?"
"It matters. Even if I leave, I have to go openly." Wei Anning looked at him, "Leng Youchen, did you ever think that if the news of my death at sea was announced, I might really end up as a dead person?"
Leng Youchen's expression shook. This situation wasn't impossible. To eliminate all future troubles, those people might really end up killing her, but the premise was that she was already dead.
"Madam..."
"Don't try to persuade me. I know I'm not capable, and I'll be beaten by them, but this revenge I have to take personally, even if it's like striking a stone with an egg, I have to go back." Wei Anning's expression was resolute.
Leng Youchen stared at her in a daze, vaguely feeling that she seemed to have changed somewhere, and yet perhaps not changed at all.
