Jian Qing lowered her eyes slightly, pinching his sleeve with her fingertips.
"Sweetheart, promise me, you won't do this again." He caressed her long hair and his thin lips brushed against her ear.
After some hesitation, Jian Qing lightly nodded, "Hmm."
"About this race--"
Before he could finish, she interrupted, "I want to participate in this race and I will take care of Baxter myself."
As he locked eyes with her for a while, Quan Jingwu finally agreed, "I can let you, but with one condition."
"Hmm?" Jian Qing looked at him curiously.
"I haven't figured it out yet. I'll tell you when we get home," he answered.
Jian Qing eyed him warily, she always felt she was the one who ended up with the short end of the stick whenever dealing with him.
"Will you agree?" Quan Jingwu urged.
Seeing that time was running out, Jian Qing gritted her teeth and agreed.
Taking advantage of the situation, what a shrewd businessman he was.
