Finally, under his sister-in-law's urging, Tang Feng had breakfast and left his residence.
The clubhouse, due to its peculiar nature, was virtually devoid of business during the day, and in the early morning, it was deserted.
The security guard at the door was drowsy and half-asleep.
Tang Feng went straight up to the sixth floor.
As expected, Miao Feng's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Most likely, she had spent the night at Wang Xin's studio.
Just as he had settled down at his office desk, Zhang Qiang walked in behind him.
Zhang Qiang had taken extra care to dress up today.
Not only did she apply makeup to her eyebrows, but she also put on foundation, looking fair and tender. Wearing a water-blue dress and shallow shoes, she stood there, the spitting image of the girl-next-door.
Tang Feng couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
Feeling Tang Feng's gaze, Zhang Qiang's face flushed a deep red.
This woman always seemed shy, blushing at the slightest thing.
