Right after Li Nanheng spoke, Feng Mingzhu's bag fell onto the ground with a clatter.
It wasn't difficult to tell that this was bizarre; there was no good reason for her to suddenly lose grasp of her bag.
Feng Ling saw this from the side but did not speak up. From their conversation, she understood that Miss Feng had come by earlier; she was supposed to leave, yet she had returned.
One of Feng Mingzhu's lipsticks rolled out from her bag and she silently kicked it away into the corner where it couldn't be seen. Even if he wouldn't allow her a third entry today, she would be able to use her lipstick as an excuse to come in again tomorrow.
However, Feng Ling did not say anything. She wasn't comfortable with speaking out of turn. She turned toward the room furnished with gym equipment: "Boss, I'll go train first."
Li Nanheng did not respond. His gaze remained on Feng Mingzhu, who had knelt down to collect her purse.
