Liumei entered the bedroom, while Fugui stood in the living room, flushed red, savoring the glimpse he'd just caught.
"Have you had breakfast?" Qian asked.
"I have." Fugui walked over to the sofa and sat down, feeling very thirsty, and grabbed the bottle of mineral water from the coffee table to chug it.
"Are you busy today?" Qian had a sense of what was happening upon seeing this.
"Not too busy, I've got some things to do. I need to attend a meeting. Didn't you introduce an intern to me? Let her come and I'll take her to the hospital."
"Oh, if you're so busy, then forget it. I'll find someone else to help Liumei."
"What's wrong with Liumei?"
Qian cast an amused glance at the tightly closed bedroom door and signaled to Shui Xian, "Shui Xian, go check on Liumei. She might need help choosing an outfit and could use a chat."
Shui Xian understood that Qian wanted to talk alone with this much-admired Liao Fugui, and clearly didn't want Liumei to know the contents.
