Wen Qiao's eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and she stared at Fu Jinghen for quite a while without speaking.
Fu Jinghen, seeing her lost in thought for so long, pinched her fingers again, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Wen Qiao snapped back to reality and looked at Fu Jinghen, blinked, and suddenly pulled her hand back, standing up from the chair and muttering, "How can Feng Li take such a long time just to buy a meal? Is he planning to starve his boss and usurp the position..."
She walked to the door, then turned back, concerned, to remind him, "I'll go check outside, you just lie in the bed honestly and don't move around, understood?"
Fu Jinghen knew that he had said a bit too much just now and needed to give her some time to think and digest, so he didn't call out her poor excuse, nodding obediently, "I'll wait for you to come back."
"..."
Wen Qiao grasped the doorknob, pressed down, and pulled inward.
