The finance department team leader looked shocked, glancing slightly at the back of Qin Feimo, suddenly recalling something.
Did President Qin come down here to deliver documents with an ulterior motive?
Thinking of this, the team leader's gaze involuntarily glanced at Feng Jinglei's seat.
She was a thirty-eight-year-old woman who usually worked diligently and rarely paid attention to the boring gossip in the company, but she had heard about Feng Jinglei and Qin Feimo's situation, though she hadn't paid it much mind.
Just as she was thinking, the man's deep voice sounded again, "Where's Feng Jinglei?"
Passing by Feng Jinglei's desk, Qin Feimo finally couldn't help but stop, turn around, and ask the finance department team leader.
The team leader's expression froze, seemingly not yet reacting, having assumed Qin Feimo had already left, only to find him returning.
