Fu Jinghen chuckled lightly as he heard Wen Qiao lecture him authoritatively, "Alright, to avoid having Qiaoqiao despise me, I'll work diligently."
Wen Qiao folded her arms across her chest and tilted her chin toward his desk, signaling for him to hasten there.
Fu Jinghen obediently walked over and sat down behind his desk, though his eyes never left Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao pointed at the documents on his desk, "Why are you looking at me? Am I part of your job?"
Fu Jinghen let out an amused sigh and grabbed the proposal he hadn't finished earlier to continue reading.
Might as well take it as preparation for a wife's account.
The afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the vast office, bathing Wen Qiao, who lay on the sofa completely soaked in the sunlight, feeling warm and cozy, making the serene atmosphere of the office slightly lulling.
