Feng Mingzhu's back stiffened. A long while later, she bent down and picked up her lipstick. She could not find it in her to stay any longer and quickly left.
Li Nanheng couldn't care less about that woman. Instead, he turned toward the bedroom door Feng Ling had closed.
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Feng Ling was already preparing to sleep; she planned to watch the movie K had recommended to her. However, before she could lay down, the bedroom door was abruptly opened with a "peng" noise.
She turned around to see that it was Li Nanheng.
"Boss?"
"Do you care about the words, 'my future fiancée' a lot?" The man's eyes were fixed on her face.
Feng Ling's expression immediately faltered. "Why do you say so?"
