For a man over the age of 40 to act in such a manner was humiliating and shameful.
Yi Qinghan silently laughed, "You like yourself too much. Qingqing is here today to see me."
Shen Jie's face immediately turned sour.
Qiao Qing delivered the final strike, "I'm not here for you."
Shen Jie's heart broke into pieces then.
He patted his chest to calm himself down. It wasn't hard for Shen Jie to imagine how difficult it must be for editor Zhang Jing to rush for book drafts.
"It's okay if you aren't here for me." Shen Jie took his cup and drank some tea. After he mentally prepared himself, he continued, "But, since I caught you, I must ask. Are you planning on selling the filming rights for that third book of yours?"
Qiao Qing remembered something. Her finger tapped on the table, "I'm still debating."
Shen Jie's hand shook and water splattered.
