Fu Jinghen glanced at her, "Who told you that Jiang Wei and I grew up together as childhood friends?"
"Eh? Isn't that so?"
The original story is written like this, isn't it? Jiang Wei and Fu Jinghen have known each other since they were sixteen or seventeen, that's about ten years now. Doesn't that count as childhood friends?
Fu Jinghen was silent, not wishing to say more.
Wen Qiao pouted, her peripheral vision catching sight of the bowl of ginger coke, "Huh," she exclaimed, "How did it get over there?"
As she spoke, she moved to bring the bowl of ginger coke over.
Upon seeing this, Fu Jinghen stopped his action of adjusting his tie and said in a cold tone, "Don't drink it."
Wen Qiao's hand had just touched the edge of the bowl when she looked at Fu Jinghen confusedly, "Why?"
