Huang Xiaolong silently approached Cui Feiyan.
From behind...
He was becoming a little playful.
Cui Feiyan was busy discussing business with a client, so she didn't notice at all that someone was coming up close behind her.
Neither did her bodyguards or assistants.
As he got close, Huang Xiaolong caught a whiff of a fragrant smell, like orchids and musk.
This fragrance felt very familiar...
Second floor.
"What do you think this country bumpkin, Huang Xiaolong, will do to strike up a conversation with Miss Feiyan?" Leng Kai was gazing at Huang Xiaolong downstairs with amusement, "Do you think he's scared speechless?"
"Very likely. Even we didn't dare to make a sound when we were facing Miss Feiyan, let alone him, a little peasant with unclean shoes...Haha, now he's really making a fool of himself!" Song Jian said teasingly.
Song Yuru and Shu Qinghan were silently praying—'Come back, Little Long!'
Huang Xiaolong had already silently made his way right behind Cui Feiyan.
