Coming down from the Ferris wheel, Wei Anning fell asleep in Leng Youchen's embrace. Outside the car window, lights and shadows interweaved, and the man's expression gradually softened. He leaned sideways against the car door to let her sleep more comfortably.
Back at Dongshan Villa, Leng Youchen carried her up to the third floor and settled her in. Li Dong waited outside the door, seemingly with something to say.
Leng Youchen rolled out in his wheelchair and raised an eyebrow at him, "Let's go to the study."
In the study, Leng Youchen stood up to stretch his legs. Tall and slender, his silhouette resembled an elegant plant. He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigarette, and asked, "Has most of Song's Industries been dealt with?"
