As the driver's side door of the Ferrari swung open, the first thing that caught the eye was a pair of meticulously crafted leather shoes, polished to a gleaming shine.
Her gaze slowly lifted until it landed on that familiar, cold face, causing Feng Jinglei's heart to plummet into an icy abyss.
Was it him?
Her complexion turned pale, and it took quite a while before she could compose herself from the shock and stand up from the ground.
"Are you mad?"
With a resounding 'bang', Qin Feimo slammed the car door shut, his eyes dark and chilling as he stared at Feng Jinglei. "You should be thankful I am not mad, or do you think you could still stand here intact in front of me?"
His words pierced through Feng Jinglei like an icy dagger, leaving her heart aching bitterly.
For that Ma Qianqian, he truly harbors thoughts of killing her?
She stared at him but did not speak.
Qin Feimo, after casting a cold glance at her, turned and entered the gates of the Commander Residence.
