This little brat is only a few years old, he's just too good at tempting fate. No wonder he's constantly on the verge of death.
"It's nothing, just asking how Emil is doing now."
Huo Beijiang cast a suspicious glance at Lu Jin, who was terrified by it. Lu Jin has a lot of guts, but he wouldn't dare deceive the boss. Just as he was about to admit his mistake, Nan Fei nudged him, "Alright, you go ahead and get busy! We'll walk in, could you please move your car to the side, it's blocking the way."
"Alright!" Lu Jin took off at a run.
Huo Beijiang's sharp gaze fell on Nan Fei, "Wifey, you'd better be honest with me, or Lu Jin is dead meat. How dare he pull a fast one behind my back!"
Nan Fei knew she couldn't hide it from him; having such a smart husband could be quite exhausting, especially when this clever husband enjoys deceiving people with his unreliable appearance. She resignedly took the jewelry box out of her bag, "Here, this is it, Emil sent it."
