No sooner had the message been sent than a line of small print appeared in the chat box—it showed that the other party had withdrawn a message.
[Liu Tiantian: If there's nothing, that's good, that's good.]
Feng Li chuckled, wishing he had taken a screenshot as evidence.
[Sharp Feng Li: Where are you guys? I'll come find you.]
[Liu Tiantian: In heaven.]
[Sharp Feng Li: I can tell you the details.]
[Liu Tiantian: At the department store building next to our own mall, on the fifth floor at Haidilao, hurry over.]
Putting away his phone, Feng Li passed by the reception desk and knocked on the table, saying, "Before we come back, don't let anyone looking for President Fu in."
The receptionist nodded: "Okay."
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In the top-floor executive office.
Jinghen glanced at the little woman who was carefully peering through the blinds to look outside and amusedly asked, "What exactly are you looking at?"
"Looking at my rival in love."
Jinghen was startled, then realized, "Jealous?"
