The Benefactor of the Presidential Manor

Feng Qing's long, straight, and white legs flew. Although she was wearing high heels and a long dress evening gown, it did not affect her running speed at all. It was just that she had to exert a little strength when she turned the corner. Because she ran too quickly, her black and fluffy hair was blown back by the wind like seaweed floating in the waves.

As she ran, Feng Qing suddenly remembered when she and Xu Mingqian were playing games with the other children in the village when she was young.