Tan Qiming turned his head to look at the man, and slightly raised an eyebrow.
What did he just say?
Flocking over like ducks?
Why not use the phrase "flies chasing stench" instead, wouldn't that be more direct?
Tan Qiming chuckled, "With Mr. Fu, the top male god stationed in Jiang City, how could there be a place for someone like Mr. Tan, please don't make fun of me, Mr. Fu."
Fu Chenlie curled his lip and lightly snorted.
Wen Ran had already walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of each man.
Having done that, she looked towards Fu Chenlie and said, "Boss, the coffee's ready, I'm heading back to the break room."
The latter didn't give his consent but instead asked, "I've heard you just had a brief encounter with President Tan downstairs?"
Wen Ran was stunned for two seconds before she realized and explained, "Oh, that... I accidentally bumped into Mr. Tan while I was walking with the parcel, and he gave me a hand, so I didn't fall."
Gave you a hand?