Boss Wang seemed a bit unwilling, and said softly to Zhuo Lin, "Secretary Zhuo, do you know what Mr. Fu's plans are later?"
Zhuo Lin looked at his watch, four o'clock.
"The CEO will go grocery shopping later, and after picking up his wife, he'll cook for her."
"Oh… oh… I didn't expect Mr. Fu to treat Mrs. Fu so well, and he's so successful in his career yet still cooks personally."
Boss Wang was stunned for a moment, then immediately flattered him.
But in fact, he felt a trace of disdain in his heart.
Everyone in Jiang City knows that Fu Nancheng seems to have gone mad, pushing off all social engagements during meal times, and picking up Mrs. Fu at the same time every day to cook for his original Mrs. Fu.
Even during occasional social events and balls, he would talk to himself tenderly with no one by his side.
Many in Jiang City see him as a joke.
But oddly enough, no one dares to show it.
