The door of the lounge was knocked on again. Wen Qiao was about to stand up to open it when Fu Jinghen raised his hand to stop her: "Stay seated, I'll get it."
"Oh."
There was no way around it; her man just delighted in catering to her.
Thinking it was a staff member coming to call them for the red carpet, they were surprised when they opened the door to see Wen Shu's figure instead.
"President Fu, is Qiaoqiao inside?"
Fu Jinghen looked at Wen Shu, who appeared slightly anxious, and asked, "What do you need her for?"
Before Wen Shu could answer, Wen Qiao's voice came through, "Let her in."
Fu Jinghen paused briefly, then stepped aside, allowing Wen Shu to enter.
Wen Shu hurriedly walked over to Wen Qiao, separated only by a small coffee table.
Seeing her anxious and flustered expression, Wen Qiao had a vague guess but maintained an indifferent façade as she asked, "What do you need me for?"
"Qiaoqiao, I'm really sorry. It was me who brought that stalker fan inside."
