Wei Anning slowly walked into the community, arriving downstairs at the apartment building. She was startled by the figure that suddenly rushed out, instinctively stepping back and quickly assuming a defensive stance, staring vigilantly at the person, and sharply saying, "What do you want? I can do Chinese martial arts."
Leng Youchen slowly emerged from the darkness into the light, his aura seemingly brightening the night, appearing as though he had stepped out from a painting. He curled his lips into a slight smile, "I have a gun in my hand, so what if you know Chinese martial arts?"
Wei Anning looked at him, dressed in a formal black suit, with a black coat draped over him, his features handsome, resembling Satan from hell, subtly smiling as he looked at her.
She was puzzled, hadn't they already fallen out? What was he doing here?
"What are you doing here?" Wei Anning retracted her bravado, her expression awkward.
"Waiting for you!"
