"Nothing much," Fu Jinghen didn't expose the young girl's pretense: "Just asking randomly."
"..."
Sure, just asking randomly.
There was a knock on the door of the lounge, and Fu Jinghen got up to open it.
A man in a suit stood outside, holding a suit in his hand.
"President Fu, here are the clothes you requested."
Fu Jinghen took the clothes and thanked the man: "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."
After closing the door, he carried the clothes back, lifted the garment cover, and the newly delivered suit was similar in style to the one Fu Jinghen had dirtied, with only minor changes in details.
Wen Qiao casually said, "This set looks pretty much the same as what you're wearing now."
"Mm," Fu Jinghen said, "They both match your dress quite well."
Wen Qiao laughed, "So it was specially paired with mine, huh?"
Have to say, Fu Jinghen really had some subtle thoughts that even made her, as a woman, feel inferior.
"Yes." Fu Jinghen wasn't embarrassed to admit it.
