It was Fu Yanlin.
"Jo, I'll step out to take a call," Wen Sheng said, picking up his cellphone and leaving the private room.
Fu Yanlin had just finished the morning's meeting, and the first thing he did after returning to his office was to call Wen Sheng.
"Did the airport pickup go smoothly?" Fu Yanlin asked first.
Wen Sheng hummed in response, "It's okay, the plane wasn't delayed by much."
"Did you meet the boss? I hope it's not some bald guy with a big belly," joked Fu Yanlin.
Wen Sheng chuckled softly, "Do you hope my boss looks like that?"
"Then it must be a younger one."
Fu Yanlin's tone was slightly disappointed but quickly turned conceitedly, "He couldn't be as handsome as me."
Damn Fu Yanlin's competitive streak.
"Right, in my heart, President Fu is the most handsome, incomparable to anyone else," Wen Sheng leaned against the window, a faint smile spilling from the corners of his lips.
