At this moment, Song Tianmo was leaning against the wall behind him, and she was tip-toeing and had her arms around his neck. Anyone who saw them would have known that she had initiated this.
Footsteps approached from downstairs.
"Let's go downstairs quickly."
Ling Fei was too shy. She heard the footsteps, which surely belonged to more than one person. Her eyes flickered as she grabbed Song Tianmo's hand and rushed downstairs.
They brushed past a group of people on the third floor.
Song Tianmo looked at Ling Fei, who was dragging him downstairs in haste. His lips curled up in a smile, his eyes were filled with a warmth and adoration that even he himself had not noticed.
When they got into the Maybach, it was precisely half-past-ten.
Ling Fei was in no hurry to get to the set.
Song Tianmo was late for work at the company, but as the boss, the crucial matters had already been scheduled ahead of time by him.
Li Hou drove the Maybach to Song's Corporation first.