Leng Youchen carried the slippers upstairs and returned to the room. He looked down at the slippers in his hand, feeling deeply exhausted, and placed them by the bed.
The moment he saw Linda take out the slippers, he recalled how Wei Anning looked wearing them, and his heart inexplicably resisted the idea of Linda tainting these shoes.
Only now did he realize how childish his act of taking the slippers was.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out his phone, and made a call, "Lu Feng, book a ticket for tomorrow morning back to Marseille for you and Linda. Personally escort her back to Marseille and hand her over to her parents."
"BOSS, this task is such a waste of my talents, I'm not going." Lu Feng didn't want to spend even a second with Linda. This pretentious woman was only obedient in front of the BOSS; the moment his back was turned, she became evil and terrifying.
Leng Youchen's brows furrowed with a trace of cold sternness, "Are you negotiating with me?"
