Leng Youchen felt like his heart had been stabbed with two arrows; he was in an extremely foul mood, and his voice grew deeper, "Give you another chance, who is more important to me, you or Gu Chengjue?"
Wei Anning thought that at this moment, Leng Youchen was like an unreasonable woman, insisting on making clear who was more important. She looked down at the flowers in her hands, "One is my intimate lover, and the other is family. If I really have to say who is more important, then you hold a slightly more important place in my heart than Brother Gu."
"Just a little bit?" Leng Youchen glared at her with a frown, was she sure she came to make peace, and not to anger him further?
Seeing how his anger seemed to be about to explode, even more than before, Wei Anning cautiously said, "A lot, a lot more, okay? Can you please not be angry anymore?"
