Upon hearing this, Xiao Lu disagreed, after all, the stakes were too high for it to be treated lightly, "Who said that? The lady has yet to acknowledge the Boss's status, so it's premature for you to jump to conclusions. Moreover, our original bet was six months, but you bet on five months. If the Boss has won the lady over now, it doesn't mean you've won."
"Ah, is Xiao Lu afraid of the bet?" Fu Heng teased with a smile.
At the doorway, Jian Qing looked at Quan Jingwu, a humorous smile playing on her lips. When did she become a lady?
Quan Jingwu let her gaze rest on him, his purple eyes narrowing dangerously. Apparently, he hadn't given them enough work, hence they had plenty of time to make bets about him.
Pushing open the slightly ajar door, Zeng Hang, who sat closest to the door, turned back and was almost startled from his seat by the sight of the two figures at the entrance.
"Boss, Miss Jian!"
