Zhao Ting nodded and didn't ask further questions. After saying goodbye, she headed towards the door, and as she walked, she looked back again.
This time, Fu Han didn't rush to lower her head to work. Instead, unusually for her, she watched Zhao Ting leave. Thus, when Zhao Ting looked back unexpectedly, the two made eye contact without any preparation.
Zhao Ting's face turned red, and her beautiful eyes revealed an undeniable panic. Her lips trembled as she struggled to speak, "Mr. Fu... It might be better to cover your neck with some concealer."
After uttering these words, Zhao Ting fled as if escaping and thoughtfully closed the door for Fu Han on her way out.
Fu Han touched her neck for a long while without realizing what was wrong until she went to the restroom and looked in the mirror. Only then did she finally understand how embarrassing her situation was.