Wen Qiao blew away the hair hanging down her face and said mockingly, "Why discard it? It was prepared with so much care, President Fu should at least take a look out of courtesy."
"What's there to look at," Fu Jinghen raised his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "I prefer someone younger."
"Fu Jinghen!"
Wen Qiao's unrestrained hand slapped against Fu Jinghen's chest forcefully. "You're of a certain age and you say such things without shame! Acting all confident about the old bull eating tender grass."
"Alright, stop messing around now."
Seeing the young girl get red-faced with anger, her chest heaving continuously, Fu Jinghen quickly calmed the situation.
His hand slid up her waist, gently patting her back to soothe her. "That room card wasn't something I accepted; she stuffed it into my pocket, and I threw it into the trash as soon as I returned to my room. If you don't believe me, I can take you to see."
