"Oh, President Fu is indeed fortunate to have such a considerate woman."
Fu Jinghen caught the sarcasm in his words, but he wasn't annoyed. Calmly, he retorted, "Compared to Young Mr. Huo, I am fortunate indeed. After all, the women around Young Mr. Huo only care about his money."
Wen Qiao was busy eating meat, with her mouth temporarily unable to comment. She simply placed her hand on the table and gave Fu Jinghen a thumbs up to express her appreciation for Fu Jinghen.
Fu Jinghen smiled and held her hand, "Good girl, stop it."
Huo Mutian watched this couple's back-and-forth from across the table, rolling his eyes in frustration.
He must have been blind to have taken an interest in Wen Qiao, the cheerleader.
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This hotpot meal ended perfectly amidst Wen Qiao and Fu Jinghen's undisguised affection and Huo Mutian's countless eye rolls.
