Fu Shihan stood up and, while sending those few employees off, he instructed quietly,
"My wife doesn't like ostentation."
"Understood, understood! Don't worry, President Fu, this matter will absolutely not be leaked!"
Fu Shihan smiled faintly, saw the guests out, closed the door, and turned to look at the person slumped on the sofa.
Su Wanxin was lying there, questioning her life. Fu Shihan walked straight to the balcony and opened the window.
A breeze blew in, and he met Su Wanxin's displeased and angry eyes, explaining, "Let's get some air, calm down."
"Fu Shihan, can you go crazy without involving me?!"
Su Wanxin annoyed, stood up to snatch the documents from his hand.
"Don't touch my stuff." Fu Shihan stuffed the documents into his pocket and grabbed her hand. "You should go to the office."
"What whim are you on this early morning?"
"Wasn't it you who said it has nothing to do with me, that I have no right to manage your affairs?"
Now, it mattered.
