Bullshit, considerate my ass.
Wen Qiao rolled her eyes, "When Lin Luang arrives later and sees you, how am I supposed to explain?"
"I'll explain it, you don't have to worry about it," Fu Jinghen said as he stretched his hand out to Wen Qiao's mouth, "Spit out the seed."
Wen Qiao pushed the grape seed out with the tip of her tongue and spat it into Fu Jinghen's palm, muttering softly, "You have ulterior motives. You obviously just don't want me to be alone with another man."
Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "If I let you be alone with him, I'd be worried. I'd be distracted all afternoon and wouldn't be in the mood to work. If I made a wrong decision while my mind was elsewhere, FS would face huge losses."
"..."
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, "Are you using your company's interests to hold me hostage?"
