Instantly, an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room. Hearing this voice, Feng Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, and her ears kept moving.
The man made a loud sound and his movements were very strong. The sound of their clothes rubbing against each other made people's ears itch. Feng Qing looked at the reflection through the wall's tiles and saw a man with a beard pressing Feng Jianing onto the sofa.
Feng Qing was slightly stunned. The one who surprised her wasn't Feng Jianing. With her understanding of Feng Jianing, it was normal for her to do something out of line. After all, she wasn't a good person deep down. What surprised her was that the man who was making out with Feng Jianing was actually Charles, the president of the International Fragrance Alliance.
Feng Qing's lips curled up in helplessness. She didn't expect to encounter such a thing after coming to the Presidential Manor. It was too disgusting.
