Their heights were almost the same, evenly matched. Gong Ting smiled leisurely, "Taking advantage of the situation? I have to say, China's culture is truly profound. Speaking of taking advantage, this idiom feels more suited to Mr. Leng."
Leng Youchen's phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed dangerously, rage surging deeply within them.
"Hand her over, or don't think about leaving Beicheng."
Gong Ting wasn't intimidated by his threat; fear was not something he grew up with. "She won't meet you. You should just give up."
Leng Youchen chuckled darkly, mocking him, "The reason you're stopping me from seeing her—is it because you're afraid she might leave with me? Gong Ting, you may stop her from seeing me, but can you stop her heart from holding me?"
"Why deceive yourself?"
Gong Ting frowned slightly, admitting that he indeed feared that Wei Anning might soften and go back to him. He even dared not let Wei Anning know that Leng Youchen had come to take her away.
