Fu Chenlie paused the movement of his chin brushing against her soft cheek.
That slight pause was all Wen Ran needed to understand.
She didn't make a fuss but just smiled faintly, then pried open his large hand and helped him pull the car door open. "We should head to the office now, Boss. Get in the car."
He didn't move, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe, carrying a hint of complexity.
Seeing him unresponsive, she smiled perfunctorily. "What's wrong?"
Fu Chenlie stepped closer to her, stretched out his long arm to grab her hand, playfully pinching it twice. His eyes darkened as he stared at her and asked, "One moment you're calling me 'husband,' and the next moment I'm just 'boss'?"
"Is there a problem?"
"No problem. I'm just impressed by how skillfully Mrs. Fu switches roles."
How could Wen Ran not catch the sardonic undertone in his words?