Fu Jinghen's last comment really smoothed Wen Qiao's ruffled feathers.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yao, who had finished packing, saw her bouncily entering and guessed the conversation went well, so she casually asked, "What were you guys talking about? You seem thrilled."
Wen Qiao, always eager to share with others, held her phone and giggled, "Fu Jinghen said he's busy making money to support me."
I was just asking casually, and you really don't spare any effort in shoving a mouthful of "dog food" in my face?
Jiang Yao shook off the goosebumps, expressionless, "Your fiancé isn't here, don't act coy with me, or I might beat you."
Wen Qiao pouted, "Sis is so fierce, how can you find a boyfriend like that?"
Unbelievable.
Not only did she act coy, but she started to play the innocent too.
Jiang Yao held it in, but ultimately couldn't resist. She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and threw it at Wen Qiao, hitting the mark.
