The color of a blush instantly painted her face as delicate as porcelain, her cheeks glowing pink like a fresh peach.
Feng Huaijin lazily leaned back in his swivel chair, his long, fair fingers lazily intertwined as he watched Su Li's face turn from pale to red, full of interest.
Once he figured out that little rascal, if she didn't want to take the initiative, he certainly could.
As for that kid, Feng Huaijin thought of those few strands of hair and felt everything was under his control.
As long as that little rascal jumps out in front of him one more time, haha…
"Hmm? Miss Su Li, did I say something wrong?" Feng Huaijin's eyes were full of amusement, his voice deep as he asked.
The end of his speech unintentionally rose in tone, with a touch of tenderness he himself might not even have noticed.
Su Li's face was burning red, and she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Why does the thirteenth floor in the CEO's office always smell like ginger?"
