Feng Shufen's expression changed. His cold but dark orbs, going still for a moment, while his expressions, becoming tough to decipher. He was staring at the laptop screen where the anchor was preparing to introduce the next coming design on the stage.
Seeing the last three sets of designs, he could already guess what the next coming defined form of woman would be - a mother!
His gaze wavered on the screen, as slightly clearing his throat he ordered wordlessly, nodding his head to his secretary. And Gao Fan was all intelligent enough to understand the unsaid commands of the man.
"Yes, President Feng." The secretary reaffirmed before bowing and making his way at once to complete the order as asked.
