After work each day, Wen Qiao would return to the hotel and not roam around aimlessly. The only time she didn't return herself to her abode was yesterday when she and Qi Ming, along with Lin Ruochun, went out for barbecue, and she ended up sleeping in Lin Ruochun's room for the sake of taking care of her.
She maintained a good cooperative relationship with opposite-sex members of the crew, neither too intimate nor too distant, with a perfect sense of propriety.
Over the past few months, Fu Jinghen might have been the only male Wen Qiao had close contact with.
Song Qian scratched his head in frustration, "I don't know how to explain this, but President Fu issued a gag order, not allowing us to discuss this matter. If a single piece of news leaks online, we're all out of a job."
"Then you've got some nerve, bringing it up right in front of the boss himself," Wen Qiao eyed Song Qian and couldn't help but mentally give Fu Jinghen a thumbs up.
