During the red light, Wen Qiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, recalling what Lin Ruochun had told her, and turned to look at Fu Jinghen, "Is this Cheng Jue the one who provoked me while driving earlier?"
Fu Jinghen seemed not to expect her to suddenly bring up this topic, and after being stunned for a moment, he nodded, "Yes."
Wen Qiao was leaning her elbow on the central armrest, resting her chin on the back of her hand, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Fu Jinghen, "I heard you got jealous over this and even made him drink?"
A flicker of discomfort crossed Fu Jinghen's face, and he coughed twice, "Sit properly, you're too close, it's affecting my driving."
Wen Qiao, clearly seeing he was trying to change the subject, glanced at the red light countdown that still had thirty seconds left, and smiled, "President Fu, it's a red light now."
Fu Jinghen, "..."
Wen Qiao poked his arm, "Is that right?"
Fu Jinghen coughed again and replied, "... yes."
Wen Qiao felt satisfied.
