Feng Sinan was very generous. He had given gifts, houses, cars, jewelry, diamonds, and clothes to all the women who had followed him. Usually, it was his secretary, Jin Zhe, who did it.
Feng Sinan did not care too much about Su Xiaoying and Zhao Fei'er wearing the same dress. It was just a small matter.
Zhao Fei'er undid three buttons on her pink nightdress, revealing a large patch of fair skin.
Zhao Fei'er was only 20 years old. She was young and full. Although she was not as natural as Su Xiaoying, she was still not bad.
Now that three buttons had been unbuttoned, she was already a giant with a youthful face. Now that the light of spring appeared on her chest, it was extremely alluring.
Feng Sinan’s gaze fell on her body. His long and narrow eyebrows slowly raised as he stared straight at her.
