"Why didn't you say so earlier, most traditional snacks are filled with red bean paste." Wen Qiao took the snack from her hand and placed the food box on her lap, "Let me have this piece; pick whatever you like, but don't mess them up since we still have to share them with others."
Ruochun uttered an "Oh," took a piece of mung bean cake, and nibbled on it slowly. She glanced at Qiao and, seeing her focus was all on her phone, stealthily took out her phone too. Shielded by the food box, she sent a message to Fu Jinghen.
[Ah Chun: Brother, is calling off your engagement with Wen Qiao really what you want?]
[Fu Jinghen: What's up?]
[Ah Chun: Nothing much, just that it seems someone is pursuing Wen Qiao. Someone just bought her dessert. If there's really no chance for you two, I won't keep an eye out for you anymore.]
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When Fu Jinghen received Ruochun's message, he was in the middle of his weekly team meeting.
