Sheng Youxia didn't argue with him, and since Fu Shilv didn't pursue the matter of Tang Hui's reckless social media posts, she decided not to press on the issue of that "godfather" remark either.
It was what you'd call enduring with great patience.
She was ready to dive into work, but Fu Shilv stood up.
"Add me back on WeChat."
"No."
Sheng Youxia felt it was unnecessary.
"I won't bother you," Fu Shilv moved in front of the desk, leaning on it with both hands, his body tilting slightly forward. "I just want to see your Moments."
"I don't like to post on Moments, you know that."
Fu Shilv picked up Sheng Youxia's phone from the desk, but to no avail—he couldn't unlock it.
He really had no tricks left to play.
Lu Xing had just sent off a client and scampered to the pantry to wash some fruit, then he went upstairs.
He didn't dare to blurt out nonsense in front of Sheng Youxia, but he was good at putting effort into his tone.
"Young Mr. Sheng~"