Fang Ting's mother only met Wen Tingrui once, so she gave her an aphorism:
"This man is not good. His dough is like a peeled egg. His oily noodles are unreliable."
Fantine looked at the man's sexy figure wrapped in a suit, his breakable skin, and his charming peach blossom eyes——
Not impressed.
After eight years of separation, the former senior has become his immediate boss.
After going around in circles, Fantine asked the question she had long had.
"The last time you asked me to meet in London, why did you leave a message in Korean?"
He clearly knows that he is pretending to be Korean.
Wen Tingrui narrowed her peach blossom eyes and smiled, leaning close to her ear.
After hearing the reason, Fantine only said one sentence for a long time: "... You are so cunning."
The man accepted it as a compliment with a natural and shameless attitude.
So Fantine felt that her mother's words were very pertinent: This man is difficult to deal with.
Intention: Never lose, never forget