"What are you thinking about?"
Fu Jinghen, however, didn't give him a chance to finish speaking, cutting off his words before they could be said. Without even lifting his gaze, he asked, "You want to go to Wen Qiao's side?"
Feng Li nodded: "Yes, I thought—"
"And pass on messages to me?"
Feng Li nodded again, "Yes, I thought—"
"Do you want to get out of the car now?"
Hearing this, Feng Li looked out of the car window.
They were currently heading to the Jingcui Mall site selection spot in Lin City. In not too long, it would be transformed into a bustling shopping street. But for now, it was still undeveloped, nearly desolate.
He shuddered, suddenly coming to his senses.
The courage he had just now instantly dissipated.
Fu Jinghen asked, "Still want to?"
"No…" Feng Li shook his head like a rattle drum. "Don't want to anymore."
And he dared not think about it anymore.
He might as well stay obediently by President Fu's side.
A bright future ahead!
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