His left hand was interlocked with Han Bing's fingers.
Tang Feng extended his right arm, wrapped it around Han Bing's slender waist, and spoke gently, "I've accepted your gift,
but we won't be signing that transfer contract.
Between you and me, there's no need to get so caught up in the particulars."
"To me, you are the best gift."
Han Bing, intending to say more, softened her gaze upon hearing Tang Feng's honeyed words.
Her soft red lips closed in, initiating a kiss with Tang Feng's mouth.
A passionate, deep kiss.
It wasn't until much later that they parted.
A Western restaurant.
Inside a three-story office.
After some chat, the design company's staff left.
Immediately after, Han Bing took Sun Ying with her and left as well.
In the vast office, only Tang Feng and Aunt Qing remained.
Their eyes met.
The tenderness in Aunt Qing's beautiful eyes seemed capable of melting one's heart away.
