At this point, who would dare to say another word?
Chen Xiang opened his mouth to say sothing, but then lowered his head and fell silent.
The Seventh Young Master of the Feng Family in Yanjing, a height he could never reach in his lifeti.
A flush of red crept silently up his ears from his jade-like neck, turning them crimson with embarrassnt.
Su Li quickly lowered her head, picked up the pen on the table, signed her na, and stamped her seal.
Su Li said to the already flabbergasted person in charge, "I’ll imdiately contact the bank for the transfer."
Su Li took out her phone and quickly did so operations, sending out the forty million transfer.
A pop-up ssage suddenly appeared on WeChat, "Task to spend one hundred million in three days completed, re-establishing space-ti contact."
Seeing this ssage, Su Li sighed in relief; it seed she could contact Tuanzi now.
Last ti he was taken away by his Uncle from the mountain, who knows how he’s been these days?
A kid running up the mountain on his own is sure to be punished by his guardian, right?
Zhou Yitian nodded at the person in charge, and the two left together. Chen Xiang stood up in fright, wanting to follow them out.
Feng Huaijin’s voice, cold and sharp as a knife, rang out, "Don’t let see you hovering around her again."
Feng Huaijin’s tone was indifferent, but the threat embedded within was unmistakable.
Chen Xiang froze, his face turning deathly pale, nodded quickly, and scurried away.
Having completed the task, Su Li leaned back comfortably in her chair, leisurely drinking water.
Feng Huaijin looked at the small figure of Su Li, and suddenly an image popped into his mind—a photo Xiao Heng showed him yesterday.
Those students openly taking candid shots of her, wearing a camouflage outfit, hair tied up in a spirited ponytail, her fair face slightly flushed from the heat.
And she smiled so readily at the cara.
She never smiled at him like that usually, which indeed made him unhappy for quite so ti.
Su Li felt a bit uncomfortable under Feng Huaijin’s gaze and was about to change the subject when he abruptly asked, "Su Li, is it hot today?"
Huh?
Upon hearing this, Su Li couldn’t help but complain bitterly, "The damn weather didn’t rain harder today, got drenched in the rain during military training!"
Feng Huaijin’s expression changed slightly.
"If I catch a cold, it will be because of this damn weather..."
Su Li continued to gripe incessantly, causing the veins on Feng Huaijin’s temple to twitch; he suddenly interrupted, "I made it rain."
Su Li: "?"
Feng Huaijin succinctly said, "Artificial rain, thirty thousand each ti."
It made him a bit glum, realizing he was soft-hearted today, only making a little rain, and yet offended Su Li?
Artificial rain!
Su Li’s heart skipped a beat, a blush spread across her face through her bloodstream.
So it really was him...
Su Li thought about the sudden heavy rain yesterday and how today’s rain was rely a drizzle.
Su Li propped her elbows on the table, silently leaning in closer to Feng Huaijin.
The faint fragrance on her body caught Feng Huaijin off guard, instantly filling his nostrils.
Her delicate little face, enough to captivate one’s soul, was now much closer to him, causing Feng Huaijin to suddenly tense up, his handso features slightly awkward.
He asked with an unnatural tone, "Why are you suddenly getting so close?"
Su Li blinked at Feng Huaijin and suddenly asked sweetly, "Mr. Qi, are you short on funds to make it rain heavily?"
Why else was it a heavy rain yesterday and only a drizzle today?
Could it be... he was reluctant to spend the money?
Indeed, thirty thousand per rain is quite expensive.
The veins on Feng Huaijin’s forehead suddenly throbbed: "..."
She thinks he’s poor?
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