Fu Jinghen suppressed a smile, "Oh, so it is."
"Yeah, just like that," Wen Qiao said as she returned to her seat with the flowers, giving him a look. "What else did you think it was?"
"Nothing," Fu Jinghen shook his head. "Just as you said."
"..."
What's all this 'this' and 'that'?
It's like reciting a tongue twister.
In the end, Wen Qiao couldn't find a vase that matched the flowers, so she simply placed them on the table, planning to take them with her when everything was over.
Wen Qiao let Fu Jinghen sit in her place while she sat in Lin Ruochun's seat.
"When are you returning to Jiang City?" Fu Jinghen asked.
"The other people are reshooting the scenes missed before; Director Zhang said he'd gather us tonight. I don't want to rush..." Wen Qiao murmured, "Tomorrow, I guess."
"Alright."
"When are you going back?"
After asking, Wen Qiao realized it was superfluous.
Sure enough, Fu Jinghen was looking at her with an "What do you think?" expression.
