"Jian Luo told you?" Bai Jue asked.
Jian Qing nodded. "This isn't really your style."
He had agreed and then stood someone up, and the boss of Wil Group was so mad he wanted to tear down walls and rip off roofs.
"That old pervert has lived long enough and has had enough. Besides, his reputation in the business industry has never been good. If I don't save him, whether he lives will be up to fate. And since I neither took his money nor signed a contract with him, what can he do to me?" Bai Jue curved his lips, carrying a smile tinged with cynicism.
"For people like him, if I had saved him, wouldn't that be unscrupulous?"
"You're not just unscrupulous, but also naive," Xiya said.
Bai Jue, "Piss off."
At that moment, Quan Jingwu pushed the door and came in.
"Xiaojing!"
Jian Qing propped herself up on the desk with one hand to stand, and Quan Jingwu quickly approached to support her, the careful manner in which he did so made Xiya and the others feel helpless.
