Wen Qiao inwardly cursed her luck, and was about to switch the subject when her phone conveniently rang, lifting her spirits.
It was as if someone had handed her a pillow just as she was feeling sleepy.
"I need to take this call."
Wen Qiao grabbed her phone and darted out of the living room, not forgetting to take along a childhood photo of Fu Jinghen.
After Wen Qiao had stepped out, Fu Jinghen glanced at Fu Qiang, who was calmly sipping tea, "Did you tell her about those photos?"
"Not at all," Fu Qiang innocently shook her head, "Qiaoqiao guessed it herself. Didn't she say it? Who doesn't have a few nude photos?"
Fu Jinghen snorted heavily, he didn't believe a word Fu Qiang said.
Her mouth could persuade a dead man he was alive.
"Sister, could you stop undermining me?"
Fu Qiang widened her eyes, "Then can you stop always opposing me?"
"I only oppose you because you undermine me first!"
"And I only undermine you because you're always opposing me!"
"..."
