To match Wen Sheng's gown, Fu Yanlin had specially chosen a rather flashy tie.
"Thankfully, Mr. Fu's presence manages to pull off this tie; otherwise…" Wen Sheng reached out to smooth the wrinkles on Fu Yanlin's collar, smiling lightly as she said, "You'd look like a foolish, rich, nouveau riche son."
Fu Yanlin tightened his embrace around Wen Sheng's waist, a tender smile brimming in his eyes, "I picked it specifically to match your dress. Mrs. Fu, you should be thankful for my effort."
"Thank you, Mr. Fu."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Fu."
Xue Zhao had been waiting downstairs, and when he saw the two coming out of the elevator, he hurriedly got out of the car to greet them.
"Mr. Fu—"
Seeing his assistant's expression, Fu Yanlin guessed Xue Zhao must have something to report right now, so he patted Wen Sheng's waist, "You go ahead and get in the car, I'm going to have a few words with Xue Zhao."
"Alright!"
