"Are you… inconvenient?" Looking at his cold and impatient face, Feng Mingzhu tried to peep into the door.
But he was so tall that she couldn't even reach his shoulders in high heels. She could only see the beautiful chandelier in the room but nothing else.
Feng Ling was squatting and leveling up the carpet, not paying attention to their conversation. Seeing that Boss Li seemed to be talking to someone, she got up and went back to the bedroom after fixing the carpet so as not to disturb him.
"There is nothing inconvenient, but if Miss Feng enters the door, it is really inconvenient." The man's tone was alienated and indifferent.
Feng Mingzhu clenched her bag and looked into his eyes. She planned to get close to him step by step, but he seemed to have absolutely no desire to see her again. She bit her lips and said, "Nanheng, can you let me in? Let's have a talk. It's not convenient for us to talk like this."
