Fu Jinghen remained indifferent.
Wen Qiao sighed softly and repeated, "It's the 25th today..."
"What's up with the 25th?" Fu Jinghen finally sensed something from her repeated mention and asked, "Do you have something going on?"
"No." Wen Qiao shook her head again, then asked back, "But have you forgotten something?"
"Me?" Fu Jinghen looked puzzled, "What thing?"
"..."
Wen Qiao cast a look at Fu Jinghen, frustrated, and squeezed a sentence through gritted teeth, "Forget it, go back to your documents."
Saying this, she turned her head to continue admiring the pitch-black scenery outside the window.
Since Ah Dou can't be supported, then just let him be. May the chips fall where they may.
Fu Jinghen looked at her stubbornly turned back, feeling she was entirely written "I'm going to be angry now."
His lips curled slightly, and he opened WeChat, sending Feng Li a message.
[Fu Jinghen: Are all the arrangements in place?]
