"Guan Ling: President Fu, the clutch you wanted has been delivered, and I've placed it on your desk."
Fu Jinghen put his phone away and looked at the fuming young lady in front of him. He began to take a circuitous approach and said as if presenting a treasure, "Baby, you know your favorite brand just released a new clutch? I got it for you."
Wen Qiao paused in her steps, quickly resuming her righteous demeanor, "No bag can gloss over this issue."
"Alright then." Fu Jinghen thought aloud, "Since that's the case, I'll just have someone else take it. It seems there are quite a few people eyeing that clutch. You don't like it, and it will just gather dust at home."
Hearing this, Wen Qiao indeed slowed down, "What bag? How come I don't know about it?"
Fu Jinghen winked at her, "It was delivered to the office. Want to go check it out?"
