Dongfang Li kept watching his back fade away at the meeting room door, his clear eyes deep in thought.
Who would have thought that Feng Jinglei is so popular?
Immediately, as if something occurred to him, Dongfang Li suddenly curled his lips, his enchanting eyes slightly narrowed, shooting out a sharp, inscrutable sinister light.
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On the other side, being pulled out of the meeting room by him, Feng Jinglei was still lost in his voice calling her 'Leilei'.
Did Qin Feimo lose his mind? How could he call her by her nickname?
Moreover...
Walking slightly behind him, looking at the hand he tightly held in his palm, if it weren't for Dongfang Li, she would certainly fall into his tenderness again.
With her head lowered, following his steady pace, feeling the strength in his palm, Feng Jinglei knew very well that all of this was just for Dongfang Li to see.
After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped.
