The driver’s door of the Rolls-royce Phantom was pulled open, and a handsome and noble figure leaped into sight.
Feng Sinan had arrived.
Su Xiaoying was standing in a dark place, and no one could see her. Looking at Feng Sinan’s familiar figure, it was as if there was a huge palm in the darkness, directly pushing her into the abyss.
It was him.
So it really was him.
“Feng!”
Zhao Fei'er called out sweetly and threw herself into Feng Sinan’s arms.
Su Xiaoying felt a sharp pain in her eyes. She looked at him and Zhao Fei'er standing under the corridor of the villa. Zhao Fei'er tiptoed and hugged his neck with her two small hands, looking at him charmingly and happily.
The tall and handsome body of the man and Zhao Fei'er’s round and perky figure stuck closely together, giving off a wet and ambiguous feeling.
“CEO Feng, I really have to thank you this time. I’m really happy that you gave me a spot in California’s Saint Li Institute.”
