Wen Qiao swiped her card to open the door, suddenly sneezed, and rubbed her nose as she weakly made her way toward the bathroom.
She felt like she was coming down with a cold.
"Where have you been?"
A male voice suddenly came from behind her, startling Wen Qiao so much that she froze on the spot.
Then she realized why the voice sounded so familiar and bravely looked behind her.
The man had broad shoulders, his hair was meticulously groomed, and the black suit made him look exceptionally noble and imposing.
Wen Qiao's eyes widened as she walked toward the man in a towel, "How did you get here?"
Her voice was full of surprise and disbelief, but seemingly without any joy.
Fu Jinghen put down the magazine he was holding, looked up at her, and frowned, "What happened to you?"
