Wen Tang's expression stiffened, and as Lu Minghao pondered, he suddenly had an epiphany and said, "Oh!"
"I get it now, you two must have developed feelings for each other."
Wen Tang pursed her lips, but she wasn't nervous.
At most, it was just her foolish wishful thinking to rely on Pei Heyan, but as for mutual affection and liking each other, it was really not the case.
"What, did I guess right?" Lu Minghao's words carried a hint of warning, "Don't forget, he's my sister's future husband."
Wen Tang shifted her focus back to him, her attitude much firmer, "Don't worry, I know my limits."
"And there's nothing sordid between President Pei and me like you're imagining, so don't come speculating about others with those colored glasses in the future, or you might just lift a rock only to drop it on your own foot."
Wen Tang spoke righteously, and Lu Minghao stroked his chin, thinking it over.
