[Qiaoqiao's not full: So you got gifts ready for the entire crew except for me?]
[Fu Jinghen: How could that be, the gift is at home waiting for you to come back and sign for it.]
Wen Qiao thought of the gift from last Christmas, her eyes brightened.
But still, she kept an air of reserve while replying to Fu Jinghen.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: I'm telling you, if this gift isn't as good as last Christmas's, I'm going back to my parents' for New Year.]
[Fu Jinghen: Okay.]
Wen Qiao stared at the "okay" from Fu Jinghen, finding it a bit odd. This wasn't like Fu Jinghen's usual way of handling things, it seemed he was very confident about the gift he prepared this time.
[Qiaoqiao's not full: But why did you suddenly think of giving gifts to the crew, didn't you skip Red Makeup's crew?]
Wen Qiao just asked casually, but Fu Jinghen realized the slip-up.
He pressed the intercom and called Hu Yueke in.
"President Fu, what's the matter?"
