As for how it's different, she couldn't quite tell.
Ma Pianpian turned her head and saw Feng Jinglei's thoughtful face, her fingers slightly clenched at her sides.
She had struggled to get close to Qin Feimo; she absolutely couldn't let this Feng Jinglei have any opportunities, Qin Feimo could only be hers!
Looking up, she met Ma Pianpian's meaningful gaze. Feng Jinglei instinctively paused for half a second, but soon regained her composure and sat down to work.
Though it was called work, Feng Jinglei was rather distracted all morning.
President's office.
Like her, Qin Feimo was also distracted, his mind flashing back to what Feng Jinglei had said in the finance department.
[We... knew each other twelve years ago.]
He clearly only met her a few years ago, why did she say twelve years?
"Knock, knock, knock!"
The sound of sharp knocking interrupted Qin Feimo's delicate thoughts. He raised his brows, glanced at the office door, and said, "Come in."
