The little girl really had a way with logic.
Fu Jinghen silently curved the corner of his mouth, tossing his suit and tie aside as he cautioned, "I'm going to shower, you play by yourself for a while."
At these words, Wen Qiao's eyes involuntarily lit up but then she suppressed them, saying obediently, "Okay, you go."
Fu Jinghen didn't miss this small action; he stared at Wen Qiao for a while before stepping forward, bending over, and meeting her gaze at eye level.
Wen Qiao felt a surge of panic inside, but still locked eyes with Fu Jinghen and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Wen Qiao unconsciously licked her lips as she had just eaten a candy, the milky sweetness of the White Rabbit candy still faintly discernible as she spoke.
Fu Jinghen's gaze flickered, then he raised his hand and reached out toward Wen Qiao's cheek.
The movement was at a perfectly normal speed, but in Wen Qiao's eyes, it seemed to move in slow motion.
