Just a second after Fu Han hung up the call, Nan Qing's face had already moved in close. She looked at Fu Han gossipy, "Who were you on a video call with? Why did you hang up the moment I came?"
"With...with Zhao Ting." In a moment of urgency, Nan Qing could only think of her assistant from the previous night with whom she had been in contact. She felt guilty for a second, then said without blushing or skipping a heartbeat, "I was just discussing the opening of the shop here with her, she will be coming over in a few days."
Nan Qing's gaze shifted from Fu Han's now darkened screen to Fu Han's face, and she looked for quite some time before turning away, "It's good that you can focus on work at this stage; I think it's a good thing."
Having successfully dodged the bullet, Fu Han let out a sigh of relief inwardly, but her expression remained unchanged, "Nan Qing, you packed your things so quickly. What about Wang Yixuan, why didn't he come with you?"
