After two lessons, Feng Qing walked out of the small conference room. She took small steps with her legs, looking like she did not dare to walk forcefully. However, she did not go back to class. Anyway, she had skipped class because of Xie Jiuhan, so the school did not dare to deduct her credits.
At the end of the corridor, Feng Qing opened the window and took a deep breath of fresh air, allowing the cold wind to blow against her hot face. With her current appearance, there was no way she could go to class. She had to cool down first.
Through the window, she saw the man downstairs. He was tall and energetic, his posture like a snow pine and cypress, elegant and calm. He had left two minutes earlier than her as he had an important meeting to attend.
At this moment, a figure rushed towards Xie Jiuhan from the other end. Feng Qing took a closer look and realized that it was her 'good younger sister', Feng Jianing.
