Leng Wan looked helplessly at Murong Yan: "Alright, it was my fault for meddling. I won't do it again."
As a young lady of the Leng Family Clan, Leng Wan carried herself with grace, knowing how to maintain the right balance. Before Murong Yan could get angry with her, she gently admitted her mistake.
Murong Yan couldn't say anything; he wasn't in the habit of arguing with women.
However, he had lost his appetite.
He left the dining room and strode towards the study, with Leng Wan following closely behind.
"Yan, are you starting work?"
"It's time to begin."
"But you just woke up, maybe rest a little longer?"
"No need, tomorrow is Monday, and I'll prepare for the 8 o'clock meeting." Murong Yan's voice was cold, leaving no room for refusal, with an undeniable air of dominance about him.
Leng Wan stopped helplessly, watching as the special study door closed, separating him from her.
A century had passed, yet he was still so cold towards her.
