Since their unpleasant breakup on New Year's Eve, the two of them had not contacted each other. As the president of Global Media, Feng Zheyu had a heavy workload, flying around the world.
At this moment, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the Eiffel Tower not far away. Under the azure sky, white clouds floated by, and the tower soared majestically. Occasionally, birds flew past, flapping their wings and dropping gray feathers.
A woman's soft and charming voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece on his left ear. Lu Xiaoyou's voice was very distinctive, her tone like an invisible hand that could grip one's heart.
"Little Phoenix, I want you to answer a few questions for me. Of course, you can choose not to answer. I know you have your mission and tasks, and no matter how you answer, or if you don't answer at all, it won't change the relationship between us."
"Go ahead and ask." Feng Zheyu said to her.
