Zhu Qingjia looked at Wen Sheng in seething frustration. "You spineless fool!" she gritted.
"Jiajia, I'll be honest with you later—"
"I won't listen! This is driving me crazy!" Zhu Qingjia suddenly channeled her inner dominant boss. "Get your things together now!"
Wen Sheng obediently nodded, "Okay, I'll pack up right away."
Before she could start, Fu Yanlin stepped up to stop her. "You sit down, I'll do it."
Having received the proverbial cure-all medicine called love, Fu Yanlin's fever was much reduced, and at this moment he felt quite refreshed. He thought if Zhu Qingjia had come a bit later, an additional night alone with Wen Sheng would have boosted his energy even further.
Zhu Qingjia clenched her teeth in frustration: Sly dog! Such a show-off!
Then, she dragged Wen Sheng downstairs.
Once they were downstairs, Wen Sheng was pulled into a Toyota Alphard.
