Five minutes later.
In Lu Hechen's office at Lisheng.
Qin Mofeng walked in, led by the secretary.
Today, he was wearing a long trench coat, looking extremely indifferent.
The first person he looked at upon entering wasn't Lu Hechen, but Weilan.
Weilan noticed him looking at her, her brow furrowed, eyes cold and intense.
Qin Mofeng paused slightly, walked further in, a flicker of fervor appeared in his cold eyes, but quickly returned to chilliness. He looked at Weilan for a long time before finally shifting his gaze to Lu Hechen.
Having seen Qin Mofeng's gaze on Weilan, any man would likely dislike such a look.
Looking at one's own wife with a gaze full of desire, anger shot through Lu Hechen's eyes, and his face turned icy cold.
He looked at Qin Mofeng coldly, his brows tightly knitted; from this point on, he wouldn't be polite to Qin Mofeng.
"Why did you call me here?" Qin Mofeng directed his gaze at Lu Hechen, his tone naturally unfriendly.
