"What is your real name?"
This was what Shen Cheng most wanted to know.
Feng Jiu Mei opened his eyes, leaned forward slowly approaching her, and stopped about twenty centimeters from her face, saying word by word: "Eat the dumplings you specially made for me, then I'll tell you."
Having said that, he straightened up and strode out of the study.
Shen Cheng: "..."
Indeed, when dealing with such a shameless man, the good impression lasts at most for a minute.
Feng Jiu Mei went out to buy alcohol, and after Wen Wan finished making dumplings, she made a phone call to Shi Yu.
Upon hearing that Shen Cheng was at her house and Feng Jiu Mei was there too, Shi Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously.
His face turned extremely cold, without saying a word, he hung up the phone directly.
Leaving behind the senior executives in the conference room, he strode out.
Where he was going and what he was doing, he never needed to explain to anyone, nor did anyone dare to speculate wildly.
