Soon, the car reached the next stop. Leng Youchen grabbed Wei Anning's wrist and pulled her out of the car. He took a few deep breaths before he finally felt his breathing smooth out.
He turned his head and saw Wei Anning already striding forward. He quickly caught up to her and grabbed her backpack, saying, "Honey, don't be mad, alright?"
Wei Anning remained silent. Last night, when he bullied and dominated her, did he spare even a shred of concern for her feelings?
She tried to tug her backpack from his hand, but it wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she simply took it off. If he wanted it, he could have it; after all, everything she carried was given to her by him.
Leng Youchen held the backpack in his hand and watched her continue to walk forward. He let out a sigh and followed her unhurriedly.
