Shen Jianian stood still, not understanding his intention, until Zhu Yilan quietly reminded her: "The boss's hand got dirty."
Shen Jianian reacted slowly, took the packet of tissues, and pulled out one to place in Fu Jichen's palm.
Fu Jichen looked at her steadily, feeling amused and a bit annoyed. He stood up for her, yet she was unwilling to even wipe his hand.
Fu Jichen closed his palm, using the disinfectant tissue to repeatedly wipe the hand that President Wu had touched. His slender, artistic fingers looked like a piece of art.
President Wu's face turned pale and red at this sight, unable to utter a word.
"Let's go." Fu Jichen put his arm around Shen Jianian's shoulder and returned to their original seat, not wasting time entangling with Mr. Wu.
The onlookers were amazed. After all, President Wu was a somewhat famous entrepreneur in Yicheng, yet Fu Da showed no courtesy, leaving him embarrassed with every word and action.
