Su Li's grip was no different from a tickle.
Feng Huaijin looked at her, stunned, as the tears she had just managed to hold back fell "plop, plop" from her purple deep eyes.
Is she really... made of water?
Do these tears come so easily?
Feng Huaijin raised his hand, his fingertip gently brushing away a tear from her under-eye, and calmly explained: "There was indeed an issue halfway, we encountered an ambush when negotiating the project contract and immediately relocated. But the signal here is poor, and I didn't receive any of the information."
Feng Huaijin took out his phone and saw that Su Li had called him more than a dozen times and sent dozens of unread WeChat messages hours ago.
Feng Huaijin subconsciously curled his lips, his earlier frustration instantly dissipating, leaving him in high spirits.
Su Li, eyelashes still adorned with tears, stared blankly at Feng Huaijin.
Did something really happen halfway?
