Fu Jinghen looked at her intently: "I missed you."
Those three words seemed to have magic power. Just a moment ago, Wen Qiao was all stern and unapproachable, but as soon as Fu Jinghen said that, she instantly softened like a little kitten being stroked into submission.
"But I'm right here now." Wen Qiao's tone became tender: "How many days are you visiting this time? When are you going back to Jiang City?"
"Going back tomorrow morning."
"In such a hurry?" Wen Qiao blinked: "Don't you usually stay for several days when you come to see me?"
Leaving after just one night really wasn't Fu Jinghen's usual style.
Fu Jinghen explained: "There's a gala tomorrow night, can't postpone it."
"Is Feng Li going with you again?"
Fu Jinghen shook his head: "This time I'm taking Liu Tiantian."
"It's hard on the two of them too." Wen Qiao sighed: "They can't rest after work, still have to sacrifice their personal time to accompany you, the boss, to work."
