Would he sweat?
Jiang Nuan inexplicably found her own thoughts ridiculously amusing.
She symbolically shook hands and was ready to withdraw.
Who knew, just as she was about to pull her hand back, her hand bone was suddenly gripped tightly, firmly held, unwilling to let go.
She abruptly raised her head and met the eyes hidden behind the glasses. He tightly held her hand and spoke with a faint smile, "Did Dr. Jiang, such an outstanding talent, ever consider developing her career domestically?"
Jiang Nuan's heart skipped a beat, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.
She forced herself to calm her heartbeat, tightly pursing her pink lips, and firmly pulled her hand away from his, coldly replying, "Never thought about it!"
Everyone in the private room could see that the young Director Fu seemed to have taken an 'interest' in this expert who had returned from abroad, each of them showing expressions full of hidden meaning.
