"Who, who's nervous!" Wen Qiao's voice rose, "Nonsense."
"You...."
"What about you, you'd better go take a shower and go to bed early, so you can leave early tomorrow. I still have to film, don't hold me back from being diligent."
Wen Qiao cut off what Fu Jinghen was about to say, turned around, feigned composure, and smiled at Fu Jinghen, "Is that okay with you, President Fu?"
"...."
Fu Jinghen was silent for a second, "Okay."
After getting the man's response, Wen Qiao nodded, turned around, and walked toward the bedroom, looking as usual, but her quickened pace somewhat betrayed her.
Once she entered the bedroom and escaped the view of Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao's shoulders sagged.
Damn.
This man was seducing her!
Luckily her willpower was strong; otherwise, if she tainted Fu Jinghen's innocence, she'd have to take responsibility.
Wen Qiao walked briskly to the window, parted the curtains slightly, and pressed her face against the small opening to cool down.
