"Fu Jinghen is still waiting for me, so I won't talk to you anymore, bye."
After Wen Qiao finished speaking, she turned around and just took one step when she saw the man waiting not far away.
She paused slightly.
Why had Fu Jinghen come?
When did he get there?
Was her voice too loud just now?
Did he hear what she had said to Wen Shu?
If he had, how much had he heard?
Although Wen Qiao indeed felt the changes Fu Jinghen had made for her, and his affection towards her, bragging about it was one thing, but being overheard by him while bragging was quite another.
How embarrassing.
She stumbled a little, her feet tangling with each other.
Fu Jinghen caught the change in her movements, his eyes sharpened, and he subconsciously raised his hand, then realized he was too far away from Wen Qiao to reach her, and quickly walked toward her with long strides.
"Walk slower, no one is rushing you, what's the hurry?"
