Mu Yin, who didn't lose his temper and torment people, was indeed quite captivating; no wonder the elite women of Yangcheng fell for him.
Especially when he was so serious and focused on his work...
Just as Mu Yin was lost in thought, Bo Fengheng suddenly looked up, his profound and icy gaze sweeping across abruptly, catching Mu Yin off guard. She quickly lowered her head, as if caught red-handed.
Shen Yifei prudently retreated.
Bo Fengheng's face darkened, and he sat motionless.
Watching Shen Yifei leave, and not seeing the famous designer either, Mu Yin wasn't sure what he was thinking. She could only stand silently, not daring to speak.
Bo Fengheng, seeing her ghostly expression, felt the anger in his heart rise again.
He had already given in to her, yet she couldn't even offer a single flattering word.
It was clearly her fault, and was he supposed to be the one to coax her now?
