"What presidential suite? I don't understand what you're talking about." Wei Anjing stared blankly at Leng Youchen, as if truly unaware of anything.
Leng Youchen exhaled a puff of smoke, his sharply defined features appearing even more aloof amidst the misty white haze. His high brow bone, deeply sunken eye sockets, and blade-like thin lips exuded a man's natural coldness.
He turned to look at Wei Anjing, his voice as icy as his gaze.
"Refusing the easy way out to choose the hard way? It seems a bit of suffering is needed to pry open your mouth."
Wei Anjing smiled charmingly and gracefully stepped closer to Leng Youchen. With one hand resting on his shoulder and a playful smile, she teased him, "Oh, President Leng, which mouth are you planning to pry open?"
