"I'm not sitting at the park entrance, how could you possibly see me?"
"If you don't believe me, you can try next time."
"..." Could it be that she was overthinking?
Raising her gaze suspiciously, Feng Jinglei glanced at the man and lowered her eyes. Could it really be that she was just imagining things?
"Then you—"
"You're talking too much."
Qin Feimo suddenly interrupted her, and from his profile, he seemed a bit impatient.
Feng Jinglei was already used to his mood swings and was too lazy to ask further questions, turning her head to look out the car window.
Seeing her finally quiet down and not continue to ask, Qin Feimo also breathed a sigh of relief.
In the business world, he could handle any storm with ease, but when faced with her questions, he feared she'd ask more, questions he couldn't answer.
A few minutes later, the car arrived at the Commander Residence.
