Fu Jinghen wasn't the least bit affected. "No worries, don't mind me. The choice has always been yours, do as you wish."
Wen Qiao simply nodded in agreement with an "it's up to you" attitude and lifted her hand to point at the locked car door. "Are we done talking? Can I unlock the door now?"
"There's one more thing," Fu Jinghen said.
"What?"
Fu Jinghen pointed to the phone in her hand. "Could you accept my friend request?"
Relenting slightly, Wen Qiao nodded, "Alright then."
Fu Jinghen smiled, and with a movement of his hand, there was a "click" sound as the door lock opened.
Wen Qiao was about to make a move when she caught a glimpse of the person beside her also starting to move. She turned her head and made a stopping gesture with an open palm, "Thank you, President Fu, for the ride tonight. It's okay to stop here."
Hearing the detachment in Wen Qiao's words, Fu Jinghen paused, hid a flicker of loss from his eyes, and nodded. "Okay."
