Her wrist was grabbed from behind, and a familiar male voice sounded next to her ear. Wen Qiao turned around to see the man who had just been in the private room now standing beside her.
"Yo." Beneath her mask, Wen Qiao's lips curled into a mean smile. "Done flirting with your childhood sweetheart?"
"Speak properly."
"...."
Wen Qiao glared at him, instantly enveloped by a sense of "grievance": "I don't want to talk to you!"
"Then what do you want to do?" Fu Jinghen looked down at her. "Want to call off the engagement?"
Wen Qiao: "..."
Fu Jinghen: "Don't even think about it."
Wen Qiao: "..."
What was with this sudden domineering CEO attitude?
Fu Jinghen took Wen Qiao's hand and led her outside.
Wen Qiao struggled: "Damn it, Fu Jinghen, let go of me. This place is crowded, and I don't want to see 'Hot young star and FS CEO's romance exposed' on tomorrow's Weibo trending headlines."
