Ye Fanxing looked at him, her face darkened, she picked up his bowl, "Open your mouth, little friend Fu Jingyu."
She didn't believe that she would feed him and he would have the nerve to eat.
How old was he?
Ye Fanxing couldn't help but think, if President Dong, whom she met today, saw Fu Jingyu in this state, would he still insist on arranging meals for them?
Fu Jingyu's face stiffened at her tone, which sounded like she was cooing a three-year-old, it was simply...
However, looking at the food she fed him, Fu Jingyu still opened his mouth and ate it.
"..." Ye Fanxing stared at him for a while, she found that he was not only shameless but appeared completely calm, "I really want to capture this moment, to show everyone, what kind of childish ghost Mr. Fu really is."
Fu Jingyu didn't care about that and just looked at Ye Fanxing, "Not angry anymore?"
"Angry about what?"
"About work."
Ye Fanxing was stunned, she lowered her head, realizing that he was trying to cheer her up.