Originally, Qin Luoyin was quite happy, but upon hearing that Chen Feng had come for Ye Qingqing, she found it hard to feel joyous.
Chen Feng scratched his nose with a dry laugh, saying, "I'm guilty, but can I ask for clemency until my wife gets through this hurdle?"
"Fine, wait for me."
Qin Luoyin extended her hand and fiercely pinched Chen Feng.
"Ah, it hurts."
Chen Feng yelled dramatically.
Qin Luoyin's face changed, remembering Chen Feng just had a car accident. She thought she might have pinched his injured spot.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me check."
Qin Luoyin was flustered as she tried to lift Chen Feng's clothes.
"Haha, just teasing. I'm fine."
"Are you courting death?" Qin Luoyin grumbled angrily, grinding her teeth.
"Still angry? Come on, let me give you another chance to pinch."
"Get lost, come on, I'll take you to the company," Qin Luoyin said irritatedly.
About half an hour later, they both arrived at the offices of Yueshi Culture.
