"You! I'm not wasting words with you, it doesn't matter what you say anyway!" Qi Ming's eyes widened before he turned his head, "Little uncle, what do you think of my proposal?"
Since Qi Ming had mentioned Wen Shu's name, Fu Jinghen had been watching Wen Qiao. Seeing her with no particular reaction, contentedly eating her curry chicken rice, he felt very pleased.
After all, it's just a theme song. As long as it's sung well, it doesn't matter who sings it.
Qi Ming also liked Wen Shu, and it was no trouble for him to play matchmaker.
Besides, if Qi Ming really ended up with Wen Shu, Wen Qiao could completely give up on him.
After placing a peeled shrimp into Wen Qiao's bowl, he responded to Qi Ming, "Okay."
Wen Shu immediately switched to a surprised expression and raised her glass, "Thank you, President Fu, for your trust. I'll toast to you with water in place of wine."
"No need." Fu Jinghen seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
