Fang Qinghe took the phone, entered her WeChat ID, and after adding it, handed the phone back: "I'll approve it when I get back, don't worry."
"No rush, no rush." Wen Qiao smiled like a blooming flower.
Wuwuwu, the beautiful sister has such a gentle personality.
Really a bargain for that bastard Huo Mutian.
"If there's nothing else, I'll head out then."
"Okay, goodbye Sister Qinghe."
Fang Qinghe said goodbye and glanced past Wen Qiao, nodding towards the man as a greeting.
Wen Qiao instinctively followed her gaze to see the man waiting at the door, and her smile deepened unconsciously.
She lifted her skirt and walked over: "Didn't I ask Lin Ruochun to tell you to wait for me while resting?"
Fu Jinghen took the bag from her hand with one hand and held her with the other: "I wasn't at ease, so I came to check."
"You're really babying me."
"Mm."
Fu Jinghen, once bitten by a snake, is now wary of ropes for ten years; he can never remain calm when it comes to Wen Qiao.
