Leng Youchen entered the study, casually locked the door behind him, and stood up from the wheelchair. His mood was irritable, and he kicked over the wheelchair with one foot. He stood with his hands on his hips, gasping for breath.
Having a weakness in someone else's hands was truly terrible, and even worse when it was in the hands of a rival in love.
He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt and paced back and forth in the study in a frenzy. He had to calm down and not disrupt his own formation. Now that Gu Chengjue was eyeing him like a tiger watching its prey, any slip-up would be like delivering his wife into the man's arms.
He had no choice but to admit that Gu Chengjue was a formidable enemy.
Before Wei Anning was abducted, he had intended to confess everything to her, but the timing wasn't right, and even now it wasn't right. He leaned his hands on the desk; this matter couldn't be delayed any longer, or there would be more complications.
