Lu Qingqing forced a laugh, "Look at you all. What does Mr. Fu's past have to do with me? I wouldn't be bothered by it."
"How can it not be related? Isn't Fu Sheng pursuing you?" Annie, who was sitting across from her and Shen Wenyue, asserted confidently, her face full of mischievous glee, "Of course you have the right to know about Fu Sheng's past, to guard against Zhou Minshi's meddling."
Lu Qingqing hastily waved her hands, denying vehemently, "That's not true, that's not true!"
Even if it were true, she couldn't admit it.
Shen Wenyue and Annie gave her a sidelong glance. Who was she trying to fool with that response?
Fu Yisheng was a man who handled myriad affairs, had previously kept himself away from women, worked like a spinning top, and recently, instead of being stationed at the Hong Kong headquarters, had been residing in Pengcheng, right across the door from Lu Qingqing. His intentions were as clear as daylight to everyone.
