Wei Anning had been reading all afternoon, her head spinning from fatigue, when she suddenly heard the doorbell. She rubbed her aching eyes, puzzled about who would come at this time.
After a while, the servant came and knocked on the door, "Madam, Miss Linda is here."
Wei Anning frowned, oh what a persistent pest Linda was, coming uninvited. She placed a bookmark in her book, got up, and went out.
Walking into the living room, she saw Linda standing in the center, looking alluring in her YSL pink dress, scanning the room as if she owned the place.
Wei Anning hadn't gone out today, her hair was casually tied into a bun. For comfort, she wore Leng Youchen's shirt, with nothing underneath, showcasing her straight, fair legs.
Linda heard footsteps and turned to see this lazy, seductive scene, feeling a prick of jealousy in her heart, her face darkening slightly.
