Listening to Fu Jinghen's somewhat aggrieved complaint, Wen Qiao's heart softened a bit, and she reported her day's schedule to him: "After getting off the plane at noon, I rushed to the set and spent the afternoon in meetings. Director Zheng and the screenwriter talked about filming matters. In the evening, everyone from the crew had dinner together, just got back to the hotel when your video came."
Fu Jinghen replied indifferently with an "Oh": "Is that so."
Wen Qiao, knowing she was at fault, had a very good attitude for admitting her mistake: "Oops, I was wrong."
"I shouldn't have ignored you all day, I promise this situation will never happen again. Don't be angry, husband, kiss kiss."
Seeing the lips pouting close to the screen, Fu Jinghen chuckled a bit, not really taking this small matter to heart.
Just as he was about to say something, a male voice suddenly interrupted from Wen Qiao's side—
"Sister Qiaoqiao, why didn't you take a coat when you came out?"
