"Who did you say lacks charm?" Wen Qiao was displeased, "Our President Fu has plenty of charm, so don't you look down on him."
"Really incredible, already defending your boss so fiercely," Jiang Yao teased her.
Wen Qiao's face heated up, and she stomped her foot again, "I may be biased, but now I am! Extremely! Angry!"
She enunciated each word, "Fu Jinghen had better not come looking for me, because even if he were to kneel at the door and beg me today, I still wouldn't open it for him!"
A minute later, Wen Qiao stood by the door, looking at the tall man outside, with a cold face, "President Fu, did you come looking for me this late at night for something?"
"Aren't you going to let me in?"
