Qin Feimo, lost in thought, snapped back to reality, "Come in."
As he spoke, he had already composed himself, resuming his usual aloof demeanor.
Upon hearing the response from inside, Feng Jinglei, who was standing outside, steadied herself for a moment before cautiously pushing the door open and entering.
When the door opened and he saw it was Feng Jinglei, Qin Feimo was a little surprised and stared for a moment.
Given her position, she was merely an assistant to the financial manager and shouldn't have the access to the top floor.
Moreover, wasn't she supposed to be resting at home these days? When did she come to the company?
Feeling the man's gaze, Feng Jinglei seemed to realize this but didn't offer an explanation, nor did she need to justify anything to him.
She slightly lifted her eyes and met the man's deep, ink-black eyes, mysterious and cold.
Lowering her gaze, she still felt a bit uneasy facing the man.
