Wen Qiao let out a dry laugh twice, "Who knows? Perhaps he has sharp insight and foresaw your limitless future."
Shi Koufan, however, seemed as if he hadn't heard her, immersed in his imagination and widened his eyes, "President Fu isn't into men, is he?"
"....."
Wen Qiao stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke with a somewhat heavy tone, "That's not entirely impossible. After all, once people get rich, they tend to play around. Be extra careful."
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In the top-floor office of FS, Fu Jinghen, sitting in the boss's chair, suddenly sneezed three times.
Feng Li saw this and asked, "President Fu, do you have a cold?"
"No."
He handed the signed documents to Feng Li, "Is everything resolved?"
"It's resolved." Feng Li nodded, "Shi Koufan and Shengchao signed a termination contract an hour ago; Huasong has also messaged him, telling him he can sign the contract anytime."
"Uh-huh," Fu Jinghen lifted his hand, "You can go out now."
