Wen Qiao's straightforward question silenced the other party.
Wen Qiao's brow furrowed deeper in an instant, "Why aren't you talking?"
It took a long time before she received a reply that seemed like a determined decision, "Sister, are you free tonight? Let's meet and talk."
"Tonight?" Wen Qiao was stunned for a moment, "Sure."
"I'll send you the address in a bit, sister see you tonight."
Lin Luang hurriedly finished speaking and then hung up the phone.
A woman's sixth sense told Wen Qiao that there must be something fishy going on.
Until she reached Fu Jinghen's office, Wen Qiao was still pondering this matter.
Fu Jinghen looked at her thoughtful expression and pinched her face, asking, "What are you thinking about, you look so serious."
Wen Qiao blurted out the words "Lin Luang" without thinking.
Fu Jinghen's face immediately darkened, and he looked at her grimly.
After realizing it, what Wen Qiao saw was Fu Jinghen looking like a storm was about to hit.
