Wei Anning got into the car and urged the driver to move on; she really did not want to be scrutinized by her classmates as if she were a monkey. As the car pulled away, she turned her head to look out the window, ignoring the man beside her reading the newspaper.
Leng Youchen lifted his gaze from the newspaper and glanced at her; the little one was being stubborn. Did she need coaxing?
He put away the newspaper and watched her back in silence; the car was so quiet that he could hear the sound of the second hand on his wristwatch.
Although Wei Anning was looking out the window, she was using her peripheral vision to glimpse the man's reflection in the car window, scoffing inwardly. He had made her late and stand as a punishment this morning; she was not about to forgive him.
Leng Youchen observed her for a while before moving closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder, he asked, "Still angry?"
