In front of him, Feng Chengjin's eyes were faintly trembling.
Looking at her hair, her nose, her lips, her chin, and finally to her lower abdomen...
In an instant, Feng Chengjin wanted very much to get out of the car.
Qin Nuo also strongly sensed his desire to go down, even wanting to pull her into an embrace.
But eventually, in the midst of his trembling eyes, he gradually regained his composure, and when the color became rich as ink, he wearily leaned back into the rear seat of the car.
"No, just seeing her is enough. There are still things to do later; let's focus on the important matters first."
The escape made Qin Nuo's heart tremble, a pain that was hard to describe.
Because he understood very well what President Feng's current emotions were.
The truth hanging constantly over his neck made it impossible for him to face her at this moment, and the waiting for judgment was an ordeal.
