Li Fengchang eventually agreed.
After hanging up the phone, he held the pen and maintained that position for a long while.
"President?" Amy interrupted his thoughts as she passed a document to him, carefully observing his expression.
Li Fengchang glanced at the document and probably noticing her gaze, slightly lifted his eyelids to look at her, "What is it?"
Amy quickly lowered her eyes, "Nothing, I just think... you're really good to Miss Mi Shen."
"Am I?" He flipped through the document absentmindedly, but the image of Mi Shen's round, plump face floated into his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.
Amy mumbled to herself: He really should look at himself in a mirror. With his face full of tender feelings blooming like peach blossoms, he must be thinking of someone, right?
At seven in the evening, Li Fengchang got off work and went home as usual.
Leng Ying's car was not in the yard; he must have taken her to Yipin Jiangnan, right?