"Have you been waiting long?" Looking at Feng Jinglei, Xiang Jinnan always wore that comfortable and amiable smile, especially his eyes, which seemed gentle but appeared indulgent in the eyes of others.
Moreover, their current appearance looked like a couple to outsiders—one serene and beautiful, the other gentlemanly and polite, perfectly matched.
This scene also fell into Qin Feimo's view, and the image made him somewhat uncomfortable and irritated.
"No."
"Let's go." He courteously picked up her bag for her.
This kind of gentlemanly behavior, Feng Jinglei was not accustomed to. He was truly too gentlemanly.
"I can handle it myself." She smiled, taking back her bag.
The smile was captivating enough to make Qin Feimo, who was still standing not far away, frown slightly.
He never knew she could be so frivolous, getting close to another man anytime and anywhere.
His eyes suddenly turned cold as he turned and headed upstairs.
