In the living room, Bai Zhiqing watched Jiang Feng, who was so close, and suddenly felt a bit unfamiliar, as if she was getting to know him all over again.
In the morning, when Nangong Qingcheng brought Jiang Feng into the company, she thought he was just a regular guy with connections, a handsome young man.
But the skills Jiang Feng had just displayed were truly domineering, fearless of heaven and earth, giving her a feeling of being deeply shocked. Moreover, the strong confidence Jiang Feng showed later enveloped her heart with a layer of complex, indescribable emotion.
"Supervisor Bai, your face is swollen. Go wash your face," Jiang Feng picked up Bai Zhiqing's two crystal sandals from the floor, placed them at her feet, and then said.
"Okay!" Bai Zhiqing raised her bare, tender jade feet, put on the sandals, bent over to hook the straps, and then adjusted her dress to ensure no traces could be seen.
During this process, Jiang Feng very consciously turned around, not looking.
