She blushed quickly and followed him in. She thought about closing the door to block out his gaze, but decided it would be even stranger, so she left it open.
Taking a few steps toward Feng Chengjin, she couldn't help but say, "Are you so lacking in women that everyone around you needs to worry about matchmaking for you?"
Feng Chengjin was at the desk, looking for something with his head down.
He was momentarily stunned by her words, then lifted his dark eyes.
He looked at her, then at the wide-open door, his eyes flickered slightly.
As if realizing something, a smile tugged at his lips, "You've been misunderstood?"
Isn't it obvious!
Gu Zixuan's cheeks turned red with anger, and she glared at him.
To her surprise, his smile widened, and he shook his head, "Miss Gu, I'm already thirty-four. Isn't it normal for people to worry about my marriage?"
Gu Zixuan: "..."
