Fu Jinghen chuckled, "Moreover, am I not promoting a new face here?"
"...."
Wen Qiao's desire to hit him vanished instantly as she coughed to maintain her composure, "Just to clarify, I am not Jiang Wei's stand-in."
"No one thinks you are."
Wen Qiao humphed twice, "Better not."
Her frustration finally dissipated, Wen Qiao shook her wrist, and consequently, Fu Jinghen's arm also shook, "President Fu, let me go, I need to take a bath."
There was a hint of coquetry in her voice.
Fu Jinghen let go of her wrist as she had asked, his heart simultaneously releasing a quiet sigh of relief.
Watching the young girl bounce off to the bathroom, Fu Jinghen reminded her, "Be careful."
"I know, I know, you're such a nag."
Fu Jinghen: "...."
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Considering yesterday's incident, Wen Qiao swore to present her most impeccable self at today's formal dinner.
So after lunch, Wen Qiao spent the entire afternoon stationed at her vanity table.
