Watching Wen Qiao curled up in bed like a little shrimp, Fu Jinghen pinched her earlobe resentfully. "You little vixen."
He brushed away the hair by her cheeks and planted a kiss on her face before getting up and tiptoeing out of the room.
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"Sis, sis!"
An excited female voice abruptly filled the quiet room. Feng Susu looked at her crooked eyeliner and frowned. "Why are you yelling?"
"Sorry, I got too excited." The assistant stopped behind the mirror in front of Feng Susu. "Guess what I just saw?"
Feng Susu picked up a cotton swab and carefully dabbed at the corner of her eye. "Whatever you saw, step aside first, you're blocking my light."
"Oh, okay." The assistant stepped aside, then dropped the bombshell. "I just came up from downstairs and saw President Fu leaving Wen Qiao's room."
