She lowered her eyes and silently muttered to herself as she looked at the two completely different colors on the back of her hand, "And you're the decision-maker of FS? I'm genuinely a bit worried about FS's future..."
Fu Jinghen: "?"
You asked me to help you make a choice, and then you second-guess it. I follow your lead and you still say I lack resolve?
Fu Jinghen's voice became somewhat cold, "Then choose for yourself."
"What else could I possibly do?" Wen Qiao seemed to not notice the change in Fu Jinghen's emotions at all and gave him a pitiful glance, "You're no help anyway."
Fu Jinghen: "??"
No.
You come to me for resources, and when it comes to endorsements, you don't think I'm unreliable?
And now you're burning bridges over choosing a lipstick?
These thoughts, burdened by his ego as the tycoon, were definitely not going to be verbalized by Fu Jinghen, but he could express his dissatisfaction in a different manner.
