Song Qiao widened her eyes upon hearing his words, momentarily unable to react. Subconsciously, she reached out with one hand and placed it on the man's forehead, belatedly asking, "You're not running a fever, are you?"
Lu Jingchen, "..." Why does he always encounter such insensitive women?
He has never said such things before; this was the first time, yet this woman seemed so foolish!
Lu Jingchen felt a headache coming on. He let go of Song Qiao, turned around, and walked over to his desk to sit down. He took a pen and started reviewing and signing documents, occasionally looking up at the laptop to check the stock market fluctuations.
Song Qiao looked at the man's face, suddenly not knowing how to start talking!
Especially now that Lu Jingchen seemed utterly focused on his work, completely ignoring her, recalling what she had just said, she felt an urge to find a hole to crawl into!
