Shen Xi turned around to see Fu Qingye's face that never ceased to amaze, anytime, anywhere. The latter's eyes turned soft as he met her gaze.
Hong Tao looked over. Holy sh*t. Mr. Fu was here. Hat in hand, Hong Tao respectfully greeted him. "Mr. Fu, you didn't say you were coming. I'm really sorry that I did not personally wait for you at the door."
Shen Xi coldly smirked at the station director who was reduced to a wimp.
Without glancing at him, Fu Qingye only had eyes for Shen Xi and asked her, "Are you done with business here?"
Hong Tao's pupils dilated as the noble Movie Star Fu smiled warmly and spoke to Shen Xi with an intimate tone. Breaking out in cold sweat, Hong Tao's hair stood on end. He let out an awkward smile. "I didn't know Mr. Fu and Cloud Seven are friends."
Shen Xi, "…"
