The senior executives were utterly confused.
Over here, Fu Hanchuan finally tore his eyes away from the meme he had been staring at and finished reading Qin Sheng's message. His fingers tapped lightly on the screen, sending three words in response: "It's fine."
He hadn't put down his phone yet, still waiting for Qin Sheng's reply.
A minute passed, but there was no response from her. A shadow of disappointment flitted across his eyes. He turned off his phone and commanded, "Continue."
One of the senior executives, emboldened, asked, "President, who were you messaging just now?"
The others discreetly gave him a thumbs-up for his courage.
Fu Hanchuan wasn't angry. Instead, a gentle smile curved his lips. "A little piggy."
The executives were stunned.
Little piggy?
They exchanged bewildered glances, each seeing the same question mirrored in the other's eyes.
Is the President in love?
