The next day, in the presidential suite, Fu Boyann was sitting opposite a handsome and indifferent man.
Fu Boyann looked up at his friend across from him. Recently, Feng Bai's disappearance had made him increasingly silent and cold.
"Still haven't found her?"
Li Jingmo leaned back on the sofa, picked up the red wine on the table, and shook his head.
He looked a bit tired. The company's matters, combined with Feng Bai's situation and his parents' affairs, left him utterly exhausted, unable to sleep peacefully at night.
"And you? I noticed something was off with you as soon as I arrived. Is something going on?"
Fu Boyann looked at Li Jingmo, and with a bitter smile, raised his wine glass to clink with his, both sharing in their mutual plight.
"Is it because of Qin Qin?!"
Li Jingmo immediately noticed something was amiss with his friend. Just like him, they were both troubled by feelings, and ever since Qin Qin left Haishi, he'd noticed his friend's unease.
