Fu Man's attitude was extremely respectful, almost ingratiating.
The man on the sofa glanced toward the bedroom direction and coldly replied with a "no need," then decisively hung up the phone.
He returned to the bedroom to give Lu Mian her phone back.
Lu Mian took it and casually spun it in her hand.
Xiao Qimo couldn't help but smile; whatever he gave her, she would always spin it in her hand.
"The Lu Family probably won't bother you for a while, so rest up," he said.
If Lu Mian hadn't heard wrong, there seemed to be a hint of seeking praise in his tone...
She must have heard it wrong.
She demurely lowered her lashes; her lips, usually full of nonchalant mischief, moved sincerely.
"Director Qimo, thank you."
The man felt a surge of satisfaction. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard her even-tempered voice again.
"Take care on your way out, no need to see you off."
