The little girl tilted her head, batting her eyelashes as she looked at herself, her bright eyes sparkling with light.
Fu Jinghen felt a twitch in his brow from her gaze, somewhat hastily turning his head to glance at Feng Li standing at the elevator entrance, "Take her home."
Feng Li was still shocked by how Miss Wen and President Fu had become so intimately close overnight, stuttering, "Ah, okay, okay."
A second before the elevator doors closed, Wen Qiao's coy voice rang out from the parking lot, "I'll be waiting obediently at home for you to return, President Fu."
Having said that, she even blew him a kiss.
Feng Li was once again dumbfounded.
Why did the Boss Lady act so coquettishly?
Feng Li shivered, forcefully pulling his wandering thoughts back, took out his car keys, and pressed them. A car not far away, unassuming in color but with a price tag that was anything but modest, flashed its lights twice.
"Let's go, Miss Wen."
