Wen Qiao couldn't help it and burst into laughter, pushing the suitcase beside her towards him, "Put on a good show, my dear nephew, and I'll get Fu Jinghen to give you some pocket money later."
Hearing there was pocket money to be had, Qi Ming no longer cared about Wen Qiao calling him 'dear nephew' and willingly called her 'Little Aunt.'
Standing a few steps away, Fu Jinghen couldn't hear their conversation, but he could see the cheerful scene between the two.
Tsk.
The consolation he felt when Qi Ming had taken the initiative to switch seats dissipated, and Fu Jinghen's gaze grew colder as he stood at the hotel entrance, watching how long the two could keep laughing.
Wen Qiao and Qi Ming walked side by side toward the hotel entrance.
At that moment, standing next to Fu Jinghen, Director Li suddenly sighed, "They really are a well-matched pair."
"Director Li thinks they're a good match?"
