Thinking that he had guessed correctly, Jian Luo snorted a laugh, "I guessed it, do you really have a girlfriend? What's her type?"
Perhaps his careless tone had hurt Black Jack, who stared at the photo on the desk, his eyes as sharp as a poisoned blade.
"Is she from M Country? Or another country, do I know her?" Jian Luo's voice came again, his words grating on Black Jack's ears.
A cold look in his eyes, Black Jack's lips twitched, "Yes, you've guessed right this time, there is someone I like."
Jian Luo's pupils contracted, and he froze on the spot.
Could it be that he was right; Black Jack really had a girlfriend?
Pulling himself together, he asked for confirmation, "Black Jack, what did you just say?"
"I said, I have a girlfriend." Black Jack replied in a low voice.
Well, wasn't that what he wanted to hear?
Jian Luo asked, "So, you called me just to tell me this?"
Black Jack answered, "Yes."
