Fu Chenghao smiled politely and, without waiting for Dongfang Li to speak, sat down in a single sofa, gazing directly at Qin Feimo, who was playing nearby.
Following that direction, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught sight of Feng Jinglei sitting diagonally across from him.
Out of curiosity, Feng Jinglei's gaze lingered on this Young Master Fu, and at the moment Fu Chenghao turned his gaze, their eyes met.
Gazing at the delicate and distinctive face before him, lacking the common makeup and perfumes, which made her stand out more uniquely, Fu Chenghao couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.
The curve of his lips deepened, "Who are you?"
When Fu Chenghao looked at her, Feng Jinglei quickly averted her gaze, but this sudden question made her reluctantly turn back.
"Feng Jinglei." She didn't know how to answer, so she opted for the best introduction, which was to state her name.
"Good name." Fu Chenghao replied.
