Fu Jinghen played with Wen Qiao's hand and said carelessly, "No."
Huo Mutian instantly became agitated, "Oh, President Fu, how come you didn't drive when you took a woman out for dinner? It's kind of shabby."
"Compared to Mr. Huo, it is indeed shabby walking, but it's more troublesome to drive when we're just dining close to home."
Sounding cool without even trying was the deadliest.
Wen Qiao touched her nose.
Close to home...
He was so good at boasting, using the most indifferent tone to say the most irritating words.
FS's headquarters was just down the next street, and the distance between the two places was indeed not far. It wasn't wrong to say it was close to home.
