When she noticed that Bo Jinchuan's mood didn't improve, Shen Fanxing inched closer to him and grinned.
"But how would she know that you're so smart and wouldn't be tricked by her?"
Bo Jinchuan lowered his gaze and replied, "You're not good at boot-licking."
Her way of boot-licking was obviously clumsy and too obvious.
Shen Fanxing's face froze before saying, "I'm not lying either."
"So you're really boot-licking?"
She was speechless…
…
When Shen Fanxing reached her office building, everyone was watching her with conflicted expressions.
Shen Fanxing naturally knew the reason why, but she didn't take it to heart.
As the saying goes, a clear conscience laughs at a false accusation. Shen Qianrou had left her immune to poison after all these years.
Because Xu Qingzhi was worried about her, she had been waiting in Shen Fanxing's office.
Dressed casually, she sat on her chair with a golf club on the desk.
