When Wen Qiao arrived at the top floor, Fu Jinghen had just finished his meeting. As she stepped out of the elevator, she saw a group of people striding out from the conference room.
Leading them was Fu Jinghen and a woman who was talking to him, her eyes never leaving his face.
Fu Jinghen, while listening and occasionally nodding in response, flipped through the tablet that Feng Li had handed him.
Wen Qiao focused on the woman, whose features weren't stunning, but she had an elegant and comfortable aura, her wavy hair styled professionally. Despite wearing heels ten centimeters high, she kept up with Fu Jinghen's walking pace, which Wen Qiao couldn't help but admire.
Observing the woman's demeanor and gaze while talking to Fu Jinghen, Wen Qiao almost instantly deduced that this woman was interested in him.
But whether Fu Jinghen was aware of it remained uncertain.
