At that moment, on the third floor of the villa.
Qi Fang, holding a telescope, elbowed Wu Fang who had just arrived at his side, "Hey, hey, do you think Madam will forgive Master Fu this time?"
"Hard to say," Wu Fang said expressionlessly, continuously scattering flower petals from the basket he held: "It's been half a minute already, and Madam hasn't taken the flowers from Master Fu's hand yet; it seems that Master Fu concealing her identity really infuriated her."
Qi Fang made a miserable face: "Then am I done for?"
When he had given Master Fu this advice, he had promised confidently that Madam would definitely calm down and forgive him.
"It's normal for you to be done for," Wu Fang said expressionlessly as he put down the flower basket: "After all, this outdated and clichéd idea came from you; even in typical overbearing CEO stories, these kinds of reconciliation ideas are long outdated."
Other CEOs are already using artificial meteor showers.
