Looking at the suddenly magnified face in front of her, Wen Qiao was a bit stunned, and she blinked subconsciously, "That..."
Before she could finish speaking, a man's cough suddenly came from the sofa, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.
Fu Jinghen slowly stood up from the sofa and walked towards them.
His face was cold as he approached Wen Qiao and Zhou Yang. Looking down at their clasped hands, he said, "Excuse me for a moment."
The chilly aura that emanated from the man made Zhou Yang pause. He instinctively let go of Wen Qiao's hand and took a step back, giving Fu Jinghen space.
"Thank you."
The other three women in the room: "..."
As Fu Jinghen walked between Wen Qiao and Zhou Yang, he gave her a light glance but said nothing.
Wen Qiao covered her face, the man was going from feeling aggrieved to being jealous.
