"You don't need to be nervous. I have no ill intentions," Fu Shengyuan said, his lips curving into an almost imperceptible smile.
Jian Xi tugged at her lip. "President Fu, what do you mean by suddenly bringing this up?"
She neither admitted nor denied. Adept at navigating the business world, she was no longer the novice she once was.
"I simply want to offer you a helping hand, consider it a gesture of goodwill."
Fu Shengyuan spoke generously, his eyes brimming with sincerity.
Jian Xi shook her head. "That might not be necessary."
"No, you will need it."
After saying this, he pointed to the pile of supplements on the floor. "Remember to take them, and call me if you need anything."
His arrival was swift, his departure decisive.
Such composure was in keeping with Fu Shengyuan's aura as the richest man.
Jian Xi's grip tightened, her fingertips turning white, and she took a deep breath.
Calm on the surface, but infinitely alarmed within.
