Wei Anning enjoyed reading books, to such an extent that he'd lose himself completely in them, even forgetting dinner time.
The maid came to invite them for dinner, but Leng Youchen gestured for her to be silent, not wanting to disturb Wei Anning. As he left, he casually turned on the extravagant crystal chandelier in the small living room, to prevent weak eyesight due to the dim light when the evening came.
Leng Youchen went downstairs.
At the landing window downstairs, Leng Yanbo stood with his hands behind his back, his silhouette tall and straight, like an orchid in its prime. Hearing footsteps behind him, he slowly turned around. His gaze fell on the maid following Leng Youchen, and his expression instantly turned melancholic.
Was she still angry? So now she was avoiding him altogether?