Wen Qiao couldn't stand to see Fu Jinghen strut around in victory, and she equally couldn't bear to see him looking pathetic and pitiful.
Not to mention, Fu Jinghen had said words like "just want to spend the festival with her".
Her hand, hanging by her side, clenched, and she approached Fu Jinghen, quietly explaining, "It's not that I don't want you to come, it's just that the crew has only five days left before completion. You know that once you're here, even if we don't talk about it, everyone from top to bottom will revolve around you. If it causes a delay, I'd feel guilty."
"..."
So that was the reason.
The clouds hovering over Fu Jinghen's heart dispersed instantly, and when he spoke again, his words were infused with a different sense of satisfaction, "I'll just have a meal with you, it won't affect your work. And if you still feel bad about it, why not invite everyone else from the cast and crew too?"
