"Seriously, is it the photographer's fault, the angle, or President Fu's problem? Why does every photo of either Jiang Wei or Wen Shu, President Fu always looks so affectionate?"
That's fucking coincidental, isn't it? She was curious about this too. If it were Fu Jinghen's problem, wouldn't he look deeply affectionate even at a dog?
Not long after, the phone rang again. It was Fu Jinghen calling, and there was still one minute left before the time she had given him.
Wen Qiao picked up, "What, calling right on time?"
"The video has been sent to your phone, and the statement has been released; everything's cleaned up on Weibo. Go have a look."
Wen Qiao froze for a moment, her initial indifference faded, and she murmured, "That fast?"
"Fast?"
Hearing Wen Qiao's tone return to normal, Fu Jinghen's mood also relaxed, and he chuckled, "Which aspect are you referring to?"
"What aspect?"
