Liu Tiantian finished speaking and noticed that Fu Jinghen's complexion had gone even darker, although it had lost that terrifying gloominess it had earlier.
"Put the coffee down, and leave."
"Okay."
Liu Tiantian had been waiting for just those words.
She placed the coffee on the coffee table and immediately rolled out without stopping.
Wen Qiao watched her fleeing figure in panic, blinked, and asked with confusion, "The way she talked about not being serious, is that really what it means?"
Wen Qiao hadn't seen the strange looks on the faces of Feng Li and the other two earlier, but Fu Jinghen had seen everything clearly. After putting two and two together, he quickly understood the true meaning behind Liu Tiantian's words just now.
Fu Jinghen's face turned even darker.
He hadn't hired three sycophants for a high salary; he had hired three trash bins filled with nothing but dirty thoughts.
