Feng Jinglei was a bit stunned. She originally thought he would angrily reprimand her, but he didn't…
Looking at the hand tightly held in his palm, she found herself being pulled to the Presidential Suite in no time.
At some point, Qin Feimo had already ordered dinner.
"Eat." His tone was neither cold nor warm, very bland, as he sat down directly on a chair.
Feng Jinglei was unsure why his anger dissipated. She remembered when she left the hotel, he was furious.
She was stunned for a few seconds, then pulled a chair and sat opposite him. As she inadvertently glanced at his bandaged hand, Fu Chenghao's words suddenly rang in her ears.
How did his hand get injured after all? Why did Fu Chenghao say he was willing to risk his life for her?
"From now on, whatever it is, you must speak out and let me know."
Deep in thought, Qin Feimo suddenly spoke from across the table.
She was taken aback, raising her eyes and looking at him in confusion.
"What?"
