In the evening, Fu Jingchen sent her a message on WeChat, asking how Wen Qian was doing after she went over.
She happened to be changing clothes and was too lazy to type, so she made a voice call instead.
"President Fu, what's with this micromanaging? Don't you have confidence in your subordinates?"
"Confidence is one thing, but I still need to show concern where it's due," the man paused slightly and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Changing into pajamas, getting ready to go to bed," she replied, picking up the pajamas on the bed.
"If I could, I'd like to go to your room and sleep with you," he said in a tone as serious as ever, "Pity, I can't do that."
After all, Mr. and Mrs. Shen were still in Jin City and had not left; if they saw him in Lin Luqiu's house, it would likely worsen their impression of him.
That was the reason he could bear it. He still wanted to maintain a good impression with that couple.