Other people who had considered cozying up to Fu Jinghen also abandoned the idea of striking up a conversation with him and settled down.
Cheng Jue wasn't upset because Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao's arrival had stolen his thunder; he also somewhat understood Fu Jinghen. Although Fu Jinghen appeared approachable on the surface, there was already a hint of impatience between his brows.
After all, it was because of Cheng Jue's loud call that everyone had gathered around; naturally, Cheng Jue wanted to clear his own name.
The most important thing was that as the birthday boy, he had spoken no more than five sentences to Fu Jinghen before being constantly interrupted, and he was quite annoyed.
Cheng Jue was outspoken and didn't mince his words. Whatever he thought, he would say. His nature was simple, but it also made it easy to make enemies.
Fu Jinghen offered a diplomatic smile. "Today is Cheng Jue's birthday, not ours. For work matters, let's find another opportunity to talk."
