"Since you saw that I was just pretending, you must have seen her reaction as well?" Fu Jinghen sat on the sofa, his legs crossed, one hand resting on the armrest, his face wearing a faint smile, "The moment she heard I accidentally bumped my leg, she immediately left you to check on me. If I were to ask her for something, do you think she would refuse me?"
Lu Ang scoffed disdainfully, "You are her boss, and since she's under your roof, she has to bow her head. How do you know if her concern for you is genuine or just feigned compliance?"
Fu Jinghen's smile remained unchanged, "Is that so? Then let's wait and see."
After all, Fu Jinghen was almost ten years older than Lu Ang and faced his provocation without a hint of irritation or annoyance, maintaining a relaxed and composed demeanor that made it seem like he didn't take Lu Ang seriously.
And indeed, that was exactly how Lu Ang felt, as if he had punched cotton, frustrated and powerless.
