Thinking of this, Wen Qiao flashed a charming smile at Fu Jinghen, "Men and women working together makes the task less tedious, I'm doing this for the people by taking care of the pest. I've dealt with him, now the rest is up to you to handle, right, President Fu?"
Fu Jinghen returned his gaze to the book in his hand, saying nothing.
Wen Qiao tentatively asked, "President Fu?"
"..."
"Fu Jinghen?"
"..."
"Husband?"
"..."
Wen Qiao persisted, "Brother Jinghen?"
Fu Jinghen paused for a moment, then finally looked up at her, "Shut up, don't call me that."
Wen Qiao really did purse her lips. After a while, she resumed, "So about Luo—"
Before Wen Qiao could finish her sentence, the door was knocked on again. Jiang Yao peeked through the peephole and said, "It's Song Qian."
"What is he doing here so late?"
Jiang Yao replied, "He must have just seen it. He looks pretty anxious."
