Li Nanheng suddenly appeared behind the villa and Feng Ling stood still.
"Come here," the man said lightly. His voice was emotionless.
Feng Ling continued to stand there without moving. Her footsteps seemed to be nailed to the ground.
"Are you dumb? Standing by the pool and enjoying the breeze?" His voice became heavy. "I'll say it again. Come here."
Hearing the unhappiness in his tone, Feng Ling walked over and stood about one meter away from him.
He was not too close to her, but it was enough for the man's face to become clear in the garden lights. His long eyelashes were lowered, and his deep black eyes were quietly sizing her up. He did not seem to be angry.
"Weren't you talking to Mr. Mike? Why did you come out?" Feng Ling asked. "The banquet hasn't ended yet. Mr. Li is such a heavyweight. It's not good for him to suddenly go missing."
