Finally, Li Jing rushed back to Tianhai, arriving home covered in travel dust.
As soon as he entered, Li Jing raised an eyebrow, sensing something amiss in the room's atmosphere.
Wei Jia, clad in a high-end suit paired with stockings, leaned lazily on the sofa, yet her posture was anything but slack. It seemed as though the sofa was her throne, her every move exuding a sense of domineering control over the room.
An Tong, on the other hand, resembled a little sheep, sitting obediently and cautiously on the other side of the sofa, hands resting on her knees like a good student attentively listening to a lecture.
After sweeping his gaze over the two women in the room, Li Jing finally focused on the queen-like Wei Jia, skipping the small talk, and asked straight away, "Are you bullying An Tong in my house?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the two women immediately changed.
