"Sis has deep thoughts." Xiao Chu proudly lifted her chin: "How could an ordinary person like you figure it out?"
"But haven't you heard this saying," Wen Qiao pushed Xiao Chu's raised antics back down: "The more someone blabbers on, the weaker they are when they actually get to the battlefield."
"So—" Xiao Chu felt like she had discovered something: "Are you that weak chicken?"
"..."
That was truly a good question.
Wen Qiao's eyes flickered for a moment, and she retorted: "What a joke, how could I be a weak chicken."
Xiao Chu gave her a sidelong glance: "Didn't you just say that those who can talk a lot are weak chickens in bed."
"..."
Did she really say it that bluntly just now?
"President Fu seems like the type who is ruthless and doesn't say much." Xiao Chu recalled the descriptions of the domineering CEOs from the romance novels she had read, and began to apply them to Fu Jinghen, "Just one look from him could make your face blush, heart race, and knees go weak."
