At this moment, inside the villa, Leng Feifei sat on a luxurious sofa, holding a cup of tea, appearing somewhat uneasy.
Opposite Leng Feifei sat a man in his thirties.
The middle-aged man was handsome, with very well-maintained skin, even fairer than a woman's. His hair was sleek, and he had a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, exuding a great deal of masculine charm.
Looking at Leng Feifei who kept her head down and remained silent, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Feifei, what's wrong? Not saying a word."
Leng Feifei forced a smile and said, "Mr. Han, I've reported everything about the company, and there are still some matters waiting for me to handle, so I won't take up more of your time. I'll let you rest." Saying this, Leng Feifei put down her teacup and stood up, intending to leave.
However, Han Mingchao stood up first and blocked Leng Feifei's way.
