The light from the cell phone illuminated Fu Jinghen's face.
Unlike the joking nature of his chats with Wen Qiao, his expression was now rather cold.
Once the hot search issue came up, Fu Jinghen had started investigating, and naturally, he knew who Wen Qiao met on the plane and after landing.
After reviewing his chat history with Wen Qiao, a strong sense of crisis welled up inside Fu Jinghen.
If it were immature kids like Shi Koufan and Qi Ming, Fu Jinghen would have easily handled them.
But it just had to be Huo Mutian, the old hand at wooing women nestled amidst a crowd of them, skilled in a variety of techniques of dealing with women, and Wen Qiao was at an age where she was keen to play around; one couldn't be sure that one day half of her soul wouldn't be hooked away.
With a slight headache, he pinched the bridge of his nose and pulled up Cheng Jue's WeChat.
[Fu Jinghen: Are you there? Need to ask you something.]
