"But it's just a fever, I reckon it'll be gone by tonight."
Jiang Yao listened to Wen Qiao's strenuous efforts to hide her concern and, holding back her laughter, continued, "I think so too. I didn't even plan to tell you. After all, President Fu has his assistants with him, so nothing serious can happen. But he kept begging me to inform you, even claimed that Fu Jinghen came especially to see you. I didn't believe it. If he really came just for you, why would he drink anyway?"
Wen Qiao paused in her act of changing clothes and suddenly fell silent.
She suddenly remembered when she had just gone to Hang City to shoot a film; Fu Jinghen had used the excuse of "passing by" to visit her.
Jiang Yao, hearing no response for a while, asked, "Why did you stop talking?"
Wen Qiao snapped back to reality, "It's nothing, I'm going to sleep, hanging up now."
Without waiting for Jiang Yao to respond, Wen Qiao pressed the end call button.
After a while, she quietly sighed in relief.
