"What are you daydreaming about?" Wen Qiao saw Fu Jinghen on the screen unresponsive for a long time, waved his hand: "Is it frozen?"
Fu Jinghen snapped back to reality, moved a bit: "Not frozen."
"Then what did Huo Mutian want us to help him with?"
"It's about Fang Qinghe." Fu Jinghen straightforwardly said: "He wants to know what Fang Qinghe does every day on set, but he feels if he asks directly, he won't get much information, so he thought of asking you to help."
Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Have me monitor Fang Qinghe for him."
Fu Jinghen paused and nodded: "You could say that."
"Did you agree?"
Fu Jinghen pressed his lips together, "Yes, I agreed."
After saying that, he worried Wen Qiao might be upset for making decisions for her, added: "I felt he was quite pitiful at the time, and thought it wasn't a hard task. Plus, I kind of hope he and Fang Qinghe sort things out."
"Why?"
