Su Li’s eyes widened instantly, a flush of red spreading over her snow-white cheeks, "What did you say?!"
Feng Huaijin lowered his head, his breath landing on her face, and his lips curled up: "You didn’t know your clothes were all torn at that time?"
Su Li almost lost it, gripping Feng Huaijin’s sleeve tightly: "What did you see?"
Feng Huaijin leaned lazily against the wall, looking very relaxed: "I saw everything I should and shouldn’t have seen."
He admitted it quite straightforwardly...
Su Li was upset, her round eyes puffed up with anger, staring at Feng Huaijin.
She couldn’t find fault with him, so she could only sulk by herself.
After a while, Su Li said sulkily, "What do you want from me?"
Feng Huaijin put one hand in his pocket, striding his long legs toward the outside, saying flatly: "Come down, Zhou Yitian is looking for you."
Feng Huaijin felt a bit suspicious inside, wasn’t Zhou Yitian handling PR? Why was everything in Su Li’s studio being done by him?
And... why did Su Li specifically name Zhou Yitian initially?
Was there something else between them?
Sitting in the first-floor lounge drinking tea, Zhou Yitian suddenly found his former boss looking at him with an icy, probing gaze. His hand shook, almost spilling his tea.
He hadn’t offended Mr. Feng, right?
Feng Huaijin scrutinized Zhou Yitian coldly, feeling more relieved when seeing his ordinary appearance.
If Su Li wasn’t blind, she should know who looks handsome.
Su Li followed right on Feng Huaijin’s heels, curiously asking Zhou Yitian, "Brother Zhou, what’s going on? Why did you suddenly come looking for me?" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelꞁire.net
Feng Huaijin was eating an ice pear, hearing Su Li address Zhou Yitian, his eyes darkened, and his lips involuntarily tightened.
Zhou Yitian was a very measured man, and he wouldn’t come to her privately unless absolutely necessary.
Zhou Yitian immediately put down his teacup, a hint of seriousness appearing on his face, saying, "Boss, our studio finished renovating and moved in the day before yesterday. It’s just that..."
Su Li became a little nervous, hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong?"
"After Miss Liu Weiyang visited the studio, she got a high fever when she went back. In the last couple of days, employees have been getting sick one after another."
Su Li was a bit bewildered, strangely saying, "Why is that? Could it be the paint used in the renovation that’s making you all sick?"
Su Li had seen in the news that bad paint used in renovations could likely cause acute leukemia.
Zhou Yitian shook his head: "That office building was transferred from someone else’s hands; we didn’t paint it at all, just put up wallpaper."
Su Li felt even more confused, so what was the reason then?
Zhou Yitian glanced at Feng Huaijin, who was munching on a pear, and in a low voice said to Su Li: "Does the boss know why you only spent 30 million to buy that office building?"
Su Li recalled, she did feel it was strange why it was so cheap at the time.
Zhou Yitian’s face turned somewhat pale and ugly, managing to squeeze out a sentence between his teeth: "This morning I learned from a neighbor that half a year ago a high school student fell to their death from our office building, the death was tragic, seemingly not resigned to die."
Su Li was dumbfounded, and suddenly goosebumps rose all over her body.
With a tearful face, Su Li cried out: "Brother Zhou... don’t scare me like that, aren’t you guys overthinking it?"