The car reached the airport, and as soon as it stopped, Wen Qiao picked up her little bag, opened the car door, and got out, leaving Jinghen behind.
Uncle Liu followed her out, opened the trunk to take out the luggage, and looked at Wen Qiao's angry back, saying, "President Fu, what's wrong with the lady?"
"It's nothing, just throwing a tantrum. She'll be fine once I coax her,"
Fu Jinghen took the suitcase, thanked Uncle Liu, and walked toward Wen Qiao.
He switched the suitcase to his left hand, intending to hold Wen Qiao's hand with his right.
As soon as he touched her fingertips, his hand got a slap on the back.
"Aren't you deeply engrossed in your work? Why even bother to hold my hand," Wen Qiao shot him a frosty glance, "Go hold your work instead."
"Isn't it to make money to support you?" Fu Jinghen wasn't annoyed, continuing to reach for her hand, and said just before the little girl started to struggle, "Otherwise, how would I get you a Christmas gift."
"..."
