Song Qiao's eyes widened in surprise, momentarily unable to react. Instinctively, she reached out a hand to touch the man's forehead, then belatedly asked, "You're not running a fever, are you?"
Lu Jingchen, "..." Why does he always meet women who can't appreciate the mood?
This kind of statement is usually never spoken by him; this is the first time, yet he didn't expect that she would be so silly!
Lu Jingchen felt a bit of a headache and let go of Song Qiao, turned around and walked over to his desk to sit down, picked up a pen and began to look down at the documents and sign them, occasionally glancing at the laptop to check the stock market fluctuations!
Song Qiao looked at the man's expression, suddenly not knowing how to speak!
Especially now that Lu Jingchen seemed utterly focused on his work, completely ignoring her—a thought of her earlier words made her want to find a hole to crawl into!
