"....."
If you're not going to be polite, can't you at least speak nicely?
Why did it get all flirty all of a sudden?
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes at him, briskly opened the car door, and stepped out. She didn't wait for Fu Jinghen and marched straight into the restaurant in her high heels.
Fu Jinghen followed at his own pace, the corners of his eyes crinkled with a light smile.
Shi Koufan and Qi Ming had already arrived at the private room. When Wen Qiao followed the server inside, both men subconsciously looked over.
"Where's President Fu?"
"Where's little uncle?"
Wen Qiao: "....."
Do they think I'm invisible?
Everyone's asking about Fu Jinghen as if he's so easy to lose.
If it was just Qi Ming here, Wen Qiao would have already retorted, but with Shi Koufan around, she pointed behind her without expression: "He's coming up behind."
Shi Koufan hastily said, "How can you let President Fu walk behind you?"
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