Saying this, Qin Xiang clapped a hand on Fu Jinghen's shoulder.
"It's not Nanny Zhang."
"What do you mean it's not Nanny Zhang?" Qin Xiang grew impatient, "I mean, can't you just speak plainly?"
Fu Jinghen removed Qin Xiang's arm and gave him a glance, his face screaming "I can't be bothered to argue with you," and he muttered a single word, "Dumb."
Then, he picked up his suit jacket and walked out of the office.
Qin Xiang stomped his feet in frustration.
"What kind of indifferent fool is this! If I keep getting the cold shoulder, I swear I won't be a Qin!"
Five minutes later, a Rolls Royce with a low-key color but flashy model drove under the night sky.
Fu Jinghen glanced at Qin Xiang sitting beside him, "Get off at the next junction."
"I won't!" Qin Xiang stared intensely at Fu Jinghen, "I want to go to your house and taste how good the food is there that makes you so eager to return."
