"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jiang Yao shook her head incredulously, "Love really can change a person's nature, huh? Who would've thought the high and mighty President Fu would have a day like this, such skill in managing a husband."
"Too kind, too kind."
As they spoke, Wen Qiao also spotted Fu Jinghen's figure in the front row.
The man sat in the first row, slightly to the right, and the seat beside him that appeared to be reserved for D brand's representative was empty.
"Damn," Wen Qiao suddenly sighed, "He really is my man, even the back of his head is more attractive than others."
Jiang Yao: "....."
"And now, please welcome our new global spokesperson—"
"Alright, stop gazing, and get ready to go on stage." Jiang Yao patted Wen Qiao, "I don't oppose your charity work, but consider how much to donate according to your own wallet, alright?"
"Got it, I'm well aware."
Wen Qiao straightened her dress and leaned forward, preparing to stand up from her chair.
