Wen Sheng opened the door and, as expected, saw Fu Yanlin standing outside.
Today, he was dressed casually, simply draped in a black coat over his sports attire. Hands in pockets, his leisurely pose exuded grace and ease.
From the moment she opened the door, Fu Yanlin's gaze fixed on Wen Sheng and did not shift elsewhere, "Boss Zhu, I'm here to pick up my wife for dinner."
Lately, Fu Yanlin had been calling her "wife" so frequently and smoothly, it seemed second nature to him.
"Jiajia hasn't had lunch yet either, ask her to join us," Wen Sheng suggested.
Fu Yanlin readily agreed, "Whatever my wife says."
Zhu Qingjia couldn't help but cringe, she didn't want to be a third wheel, already overwhelmed by the dog food stuffed into her mouth before even starting the meal and felt like she would burst.
"Sister Sheng, I'd rather not intrude on your romantic world for two, let's hang out some other time," Zhu Qingjia waved her hand, signalling Wen Sheng to hurry home.
