Wen Qiao commanded imperiously, "Next time you encounter a situation like this, just take action, okay? Don't waste your breath asking me again."
"Okay." Fu Jinghen responded good-naturedly, "Understood, little Princess."
Fu Jinghen carried her back to the living room. Wen Qiao caught a glimpse of Fu Jinghen's phone and her gaze flickered. She said to him, "Why don't you call Yang Lan back? It's so late and she's a woman drinking alone at the bar; what if something happens? I'm afraid she'll cause trouble for me."
Fu Jinghen smiled knowingly; his little girl had a sharp tongue but a very soft heart.
"Alright, I'll have Feng Li get in touch with her assistant."
"No, what if she won't pick up a call from her assistant? You should call." Wen Qiao frowned, reluctant in her statement, "She'll definitely pick up if it's your call."
"Alright, then I'll do as my baby wishes."
