Jian Qing glanced at him and gave a sly chuckle, whispering in his ear, "The mission isn't successful yet. We still need to work hard, Sir Jing."
Tickled by her playful words, Quan Jingwu the dull spark in his eyes blazed, and he gently pecked her lips.
Jian Qing's eyes widened and looked hurriedly at Grandpa Jian and the others. Realizing they hadn't noticed, she sighed in relief.
"Behave!" she scolded him softly, lowering her voice.
Quan Jingwu remained impassive, eyes lighting up with smug amusement.
"So much wine!" Jian Luo's surprised voice rang out.
A whole suitcase, filled with sealed bottles of wine.
Grandpa Jian's face lit up with delight, eyes glowing at the sight before him.
Good, very good. These gifts were straight to his heart.
"CEO Quan, Grandpa Jian should step away from the alcohol in recent days," Bai Jue said to Quan Jingwu, directly pouring cold water on him.
