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The women in the office, whose emotional lives were extremely uneventful, were all aflutter at his attention, unconsciously touching their reddening cheeks, looking a bit like love-struck teens.
"Feng Qinglang in the flesh is even more handsome than he looks in the newspapers."
"Yeah, Feng Qinglang looks so approachable."
"Feng Qinglang, you're so young..."
Various compliments drifted over.
Feng Qinglang handled them smoothly, without missing a beat, making everyone feel happy and valued.
This shrewd, slick behavior truly befits a playboy who lives among the flowers.
Mai Xiaomai was greatly impressed and left him to walk straight into her office.
"Ladies, excuse me for now, I'm off to see Mai Zi."
Seeing her leave, Feng Qinglang quickly extricated himself from the women and followed her into the office.
"Mai Jie, are you feeling better?"
Tan Xianmei saw Mai Xiaomai walking in, paused, and asked in surprise.
"Yes, I suddenly recovered yesterday."
