Wen Qiao's voice had always been somewhat cold, but she would act spoiled when talking with Fu Jinghen, so it would sound very sweet. However, now as she spoke with him, her tone and voice were no different from how she spoke with anyone else.
It just sounded much more estranged.
Fu Jinghen suddenly felt like the Wen Qiao who had clung to him last night, asking to be carried back, was just a figment of his imagination.
"....."
Fu Jinghen paused for a moment, and when he opened his mouth again, his voice had suddenly turned colder, "It's nothing."
After saying that, he turned his head and walked away.
Wen Qiao stood rooted to the spot, puzzled. She blinked and leaned in to whisper to Jiang Yao, "Do you feel like Fu Jinghen is angry?"
Jiang Yao shook her head, "No, why do you think that?"
"It feels like he's a bit cold."
"President Fu isn't exactly a warm person to begin with, right? He seems polite to everyone on the surface but is actually indifferent at heart, isn't he?"
