Jian Qing's lips curved upward subtly as her clear eyes skimmed over them, looking slightly past, "Really? Why don't you ask the person involved directly?"
Yang Lin had a feeling something wasn't right, "What do you mean by that?"
An Rong and Yang Xiang thought that Jian Qing was just beating around the bush, sneering dismissively. They were about to continue speaking when a car honk interrupted them.
The three women turned around; their hearts leaped on seeing the person stepping out of the car.
When Quan Jingwu spotted his darling being surrounded, his brows furrowed as he walked over without sparing a glance at An Rong or the others.
"Xiaojing!" Jian Qing's eyes lit up.
Quan Jingwu took her hand, "Did anyone bother you?"
Before he finished speaking, An Rong and the other two's hearts sank, fearful that Jian Qing would tattle.
Jian Qing glanced at them, then looked up at Quan Jingwu, "No. Just three buzzing flies."
