Feng Ling was expressionless. "Mr. Ian's joke is not funny."
Ian chuckled. "What if I really jump?"
Feng Ling glanced at him coldly. "Then jump. I won't stop you."
"Tsk, you're really…" Ian really loved and hated her temper. In the end, he could only grit his teeth. Although he wished he could pull her into his arms and kiss her to let him know that he was not a good-tempered and patient person, he still knew that he could not be too hasty. Otherwise, he would only push her further away.
They entered the elevator that only the senior executives of the bank building could take, so their journey was smooth and unhindered. They did not stop at the center of the 70th floor and directly reached the top floor.
After the elevator arrived, Ian watched with a smile as Feng Ling reached out and made a gesture for her to enter.
