Feeling the tears of the beauty in his arms soaking his clothes, Lin Fei's heart was slightly pricked with pain. Women like Ling Weiwei, who at such a young age could occupy a high position in a big corporate group, possessed a psychological quality proportional to their capability.
If she hadn't suffered a great humiliation, how could Ling Weiwei possibly have thrown herself into his arms and cried without a care for her image?
Had he arrived even slightly later, something unforeseen might have happened.
And the reason for all this was because he, Lin Fei, had once struck Han Qiming in the General Affairs Department. To some extent, Ling Weiwei was implicated because of him.
Thinking of this, Lin Fei clenched his fists in secret, his eyes filled with an icy murderous intent that spread like blade's edge, and his murderous desire for Han Qiming thickened to an extreme.
