The Story of Ling and Heng (54)

There should be a supervisor in intensive training, and it was certainly impossible for Qiao Fei to supervise him alone.

Feng Ling could stay up for training, but he needed to sleep.

Did he think he could get special treatment?

"Boss, if you want me to continue training, I can do a hundred push-ups immediately!"

So? It was already nine-thirty in the evening. He had supervised the five people here all afternoon. Would he still have to supervise him to train now?

"And Boss, if you need, I can knock on your door at any time. I'm on call at all times!"

Nanheng walked in front, ignoring her. Feng Ling kept following him and trying to express her feelings and all the words she wanted to say. She had lived for so many years, and it was the first time she talked so much. She really wanted to appreciate him for his kindness to her. She didn't want to be on bad terms with him, nor did she want to be picked on by this iceberg-like man anymore.