Connected, at the moment I heard Feng Chengjin's voice, Gu Zixuan couldn't help but sneer, "You still have the nerve to call."
Feng Chengjin had already returned home, and after resting for an hour or so, he got up, washed up, and had breakfast. He was clearly on his way to the company at this moment.
Sitting in the black leather back seat of the Bentley Mulsanne, Feng Chengjin was dressed in an exceptionally elegant suit, with a Breguet watch gleaming with silver metallic sheen on his wrist. He flipped through the financial newspaper with one hand while glancing up at his driver Old Song who was smiling at him in the rearview mirror.
Weiwei turned her face slightly.
He chuckled softly, "Why can't I call?"
"Why are you giving Liang Yichao such a lousy idea?" His voice was gentle, making Gu Zixuan unable to lose her temper and causing her to blush even more.
