Seeing Qin Feimo finally return to the car, Feng Jinglei also let out a sigh of relief.
Qin Feimo glanced at her slightly pale face, with a contemplative expression, as if she was deliberately hiding something from him.
But ultimately, what could be so important that must be concealed from him?
The blue sports car sped all the way toward the Commander Residence, reaching there just at noon.
Seeing the two return, Zhuang Yanyan, who had just hung up the phone on the sofa, immediately turned her head and smiled at them, "You're back?"
Walking over and noticing Feng Jinglei's face didn't look good, Zhuang Yanyan's smile faltered, and she looked pained, "Jinglei, are you really okay?"
Raising her eyes to meet Zhuang Yanyan's concerned gaze, Feng Jinglei was taken aback.
She must have noticed her face doesn't look good. Feng Jinglei smiled faintly, "I'm fine, Grandma. Please don't worry."
