Hand in hand, they teleported to Mo Jiaolan's hotel, and Ling Feng was immediately taken aback.
The place was still her office, but the layout had obviously changed, and the decorations were much more luxurious than before.
Seeing him like this, Mo Jiaolan smiled, "You've forgotten how long it's been since you last came here, haven't you?"
"That's true, it's been a while!"
Ling Feng laughed awkwardly and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, "It's all my fault, I've been neglecting you."
"No, as long as I'm in your heart, that's enough for me. I'm not the clingy type who needs you by my side!"
Mo Jiaolan's face turned red as she said this with a light laugh.
As they were talking, the office door was pushed open, and Chen Yuhe walked in, dressed in a black business outfit.
On seeing Ling Feng and Mo Jiaolan's posture, her eyes widened, and she said with a huff, "Well, look at you two, doing this behind my back!"
"You little rascal!"
