"..." Qiu Mingyan twitched the corner of his lips, knowing that talking about harm with Feng Chengjin was like lighting a candle for a blind man; it's almost a miracle not to be looking for trouble with a lantern in a cesspit.
Especially when looking at those cold, icy eyes...
At the moment, he forced a smile, casually sat opposite the desk, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water, "Since you've seen it, Miss Gu is fine, President Feng can rest assured and leave."
"Leave? So, Associate Professor Qiu, does it mean that the shopping card from Wanding International is actually unnecessary?"
Accompanied by Feng Chengjin's graceful movements.
From the breast pocket of his suit, he pulled out his wallet, then a card from within...
Qiu Mingyan's eyes lit up.
