Fu Jinghen cleared his throat twice to interrupt their conversation, "Qiaoqiao, let's go back."
Wen Qiao and the Four Golden Flowers were startled by Fu Jinghen's sudden appearance, seemingly not expecting him to show up there.
The reaction of the Four Golden Flowers was quicker than Wen Qiao's. Before Wen Qiao could react, they had already scurried back to their workstations with the speed of lightning, leaving her alone to face Fu Jinghen.
When it comes to gossip, everyone is close sisters, but in times of crisis, everyone scatters.
Wen Qiao gave a sheepish smile, stood up from her chair, and walked slowly toward Fu Jinghen, taking the hand he offered, "…Why did you come back so soon?"
"I came back right after the meeting."
"…Oh."
Fu Jinghen, with his usual expression, asked, "What were you all talking about just now?"
"Nothing!"
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Qiao's suddenly tense little face, and slowly raised his eyebrows.
"…"
Wen Qiao said softly, "Let's go inside…"
