The more Fu Wen thought about it, the more afraid he became. His wife was wearing a mask, so he could not see her expression. He could only follow Su Yuan and take out his phone to inform President Mo. In the end, before he could finish typing, Su Yuan saw something and suddenly turned around to grab his wrist, pulling him behind the dessert counter.
What was going on? Fu Wen was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
Shush, shush, shush. Su Yuan made a shushing gesture and pointed outside. The mask covered most of her face, leaving only a pair of dark eyes exposed, which were currently flickering with flames of excitement.
"Assistant Fu, quick, look!" She whispered, "Mo Ting's admirer is about to confess to him!"
Fu Wen whimpered.
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