Fu Jinghen seemed to have noticed something, or perhaps he had always known she was watching him.
Wen Qiao watched as he looked up, his gaze fixed directly on her.
Her hand, holding his suit jacket, tightened secretly, while the other hand rose to cover her gradually reddening cheeks.
Beautiful jade is never short of admirers—if Fu Jinghen ever entered the entertainment industry, he would surely attract a host of young girls' affection; she feared she would become one of those crazed fans.
No.
Better not enter the entertainment industry.
Such a wonderful man, having him only liked by her was enough.
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When the song ended and Fu Jinghen came down from the stage, all eyes around were focused on him. Seeing him staring intently at one spot, they all followed his gaze.
The crowd around Wen Qiao gradually dispersed, forming a circle enclosing the two of them.
"How was it?"
