Approximately three minutes later, Qin Feimo suddenly lit a cigarette, revealing another side of himself to her.
During her three years at the Commander Residence, it was the first time she saw him smoke.
As if sensing that a pair of eyes were watching him, Qin Feimo on the couch suddenly raised his gaze and looked towards the staircase.
Startled by his gaze, Feng Jinglei froze, her eyes momentarily had nowhere to hide, feeling guilty and flustered.
However, a few seconds later, she quickly regained her composure, glancing at the man before turning to head upstairs as if nothing happened.
"Feng Jinglei."
Just as she turned around, the man's voice sounded again, low with a hint of hoarseness and magnetism, the kind of voice that was almost alluring, making one easily fall into it and difficult to extricate themselves.
She stopped, vaguely uneasy at heart.
Could it be he's intending to vent his anger on her?
Uh, from his tone, it seemed not.
