Soft.
Feng Huaijin looked at Su Li with a gaze that seemed ready to bite him, and let out a low laugh.
"Forget it, I'm leaving now." Feng Huaijin stood up, and the sunken sofa returned to its smooth shape.
"Not keeping me?" Feng Huaijin took a few steps, then turned around and asked.
Su Li had a look as if she'd seen a ghost—why would she want to keep him overnight?
Feng Huaijin snorted coldly, staring at the trash can, "Next time, don't let me see An Ruyi's autograph in your home."
Su Li: "… Okay."
Only then did Feng Huaijin leave Su Li's new home, glancing back involuntarily.
Su Li hugged the door, smiled harmlessly at Feng Huaijin, and said eagerly, "Take care, Mr. Qi."
With a "bang—", the door was closed instantly, startling the voice-activated lights outside.
Xiao Heng: "…"
Xiao Heng looked sympathetically at Feng Huaijin; it seemed Brother Qi was driven out after being shut out.
Any woman should want to keep Brother Qi overnight.
