Li Nanheng turned back and was about to speak but suddenly saw Feng Ling was staring at his clothes.
He took off his trench coat with no expression on his face, threw it onto the sofa, and then casually pulled the collar of his shirt open.
It was just a simple and casual movement to quickly take off the clothes, but he looked so masculine and wild doing it and even Feng Ling couldn't help looking at him.
"What are you looking at?" Nanheng glanced at her coldly.
Feng Ling quickly looked away and walked to return to the bed, but suddenly heard the man say, "What? Why do you give me the look? Do you have a problem with me?"
"No." Feng Ling, while sorting out her collar, which was a little messy, said, "But Boss, you really don't have to be unhappy because of the matter between me and Miss Qin. I don't have any special feelings about a little, innocent little girl like Miss Qin. But she is a good girl and I don't want to hurt her heart."
