A few meters away, inside the President's office, Wen Qiao's calling-out voice rang out, "Fu Jinghen, have you finished brushing? I've been lying on the sofa waiting for you for nearly twenty minutes, we agreed you'd fulfill my wishes after dinner, you're not going back on your word, are you?"
The trio with gleaming eyes, upon hearing Wen Qiao's words, turned their heads in unison toward the open door of the office, then turned back to look at Fu Jinghen, with a flicker of indescribable light in their eyes.
Fu Jinghen looked at the three of them strangely and then walked toward the office, passing by Feng Li, he ordered, "Don't let anyone in for the next two hours."
"Okay, got it."
Watching Fu Jinghen's receding back, the three quickly huddled into a small circle, chattering away.
"Holy shit, two hours, is that considered long or short?"
"Who would have thought our cute Boss Lady would be the first to make such a request?"
