Seo Fei carefully observed Leng Zimo's expression, knowing that the look on his face was definitely not a guise. Moreover, this man had never been one to enjoy pretending.
"Dropping Lip"?!
Leng Zimo repeated the name of this song in his mind once again. Suddenly, a melody popped into his head, and his head started aching again.
"Damn it!"
He annoyingly put down the files in his hand and held his temples.
"President Leng?" Seo Fei saw the pained frown on his face, and hurried over, "Are you okay?!"
Seeing him fish out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, Seo Fei hurried to get him a glass of water.
"Are you feeling unwell? What is this medicine?"
"It's nothing." Leng Zimo held his temples and lifted his face, "Whose song did you say 'Dropping Lip' is?"
Seo Fei certainly didn't dare to mention Luo Xiaoqian's name in front of him, hastening to change her words instead, "Oh, I made a mistake. It's not 'Dropping Lip,' it's Qingyan's 'Pointing Vermilion Lips.'
