Fu Yanlin adjusted his sitting posture and scooped up Wen Sheng's delicate body to lean against himself. He reminded her, "Don't lie down and play with your phone, it's bad for your eyes. If you're going to give advice to President Zhu, how can you do it without me, your emotional guru?"
"Emotional guru? Fu, you really know how to sing your own praises," Wen Sheng couldn't help but chuckle.
Fu Yanlin huffed, "Don't forget who made President Zhu in a bad mood tonight. Xun Rangchu, my brother from university days, who was so close we could wear the same pants—are you not planning to dig up some materials from me?"
"I won't betray Jiajia," Wen Sheng turned her body away, deliberately preventing Fu Yanlin from seeing her phone screen.
The next second, Fu Yanlin pulled Wen Sheng back into his arms, speaking with conviction, "At critical moments, it's okay to betray a good brother. Xun Rangchu, that bastard, only knows how to put on airs. I'm siding with President Zhu this time."
