Most likely, she had already started guessing the relationship between her and Fu Chenlie in her heart.
"Damaged the car, punishment," Fu Chenlie still had patience.
"I see."
After gossiping about her existence, the woman began reporting her work, "Mr. Fu, the financial statement for the last quarter has been sent to your email in electronic format."
Fu Chenlie hummed a sound but said nothing more.
Wen Ran glanced backward and saw a woman in a professional suit looking her way, the scrutiny in her eyes somewhat wanton.
However, with her back turned, she couldn't see the woman's face.
Of course, she couldn't see the specific expressions on the woman's face either.
Fu Chenlie's voice suddenly rose again, "Anything else?"
The woman's tone softened from when she had been discussing work, now filled with the gentleness of a demure woman, "Mr. Fu, are you free tonight? I would like to invite you to dinner."
"No," he declined decisively and plainly.