Fu Chenlie looked at her with drooping eyes, his lips curled into a cold smile, "What did I say that you didn't hear clearly? Why do you need to feign ignorance and ask again?"
"This is the office," Wen Ran reminded him.
But he countered, "What about the office?"
She steeled herself to answer, "Outside is the president's office; everyone is working; there's...no appropriate place..."
The man pressed on with each step, "What do you mean by an appropriate place? What do you want? A sofa? Or a bed?"
Wen Ran was really at a loss for words.
Could he shut up?!
Seeing that she wasn't talking, Fu Chenlie continued to press, "Or maybe...you don't want to have children now, so you need contraceptives?"
Wen Ran, "..."
Her face flushed red, and she hung her head in silence.
She had never expected that Fu Chenlie could discuss such private matters with her unflinchingly.
Actually, she was quite bashful and couldn't bear to look at him, let alone speak another word.