Feng Yihuan opened the door with a click and slipped inside, "Second brother, I'm fine, it's just that my nose was a bit itchy just now, don't worry, good night."
After finishing, Feng Yihuan locked the door.
Feng Yihang looked at the tightly locked door, increasingly feeling that the girl tonight was quite different from usual.
He gently stroked his chin, pondering for a while, but could not figure out why?
Oh well, it shouldn't be anything serious, she still looked as mischievous as ever.
And since we're home, nothing can really happen.
Feng Yihang returned to his room to continue handling business matters.
The Feng Group focuses on the military industry, which is quite different from the Zhuo Group.
However, over the years, his father and uncle have collaborated on many projects together.
In any case, the responsibility and pressure for both the Feng Family and the Zhuo Family are not light.
