Jian Qing took two or three steps up the stairs and saw the bustling scene at the Basketball Court, purposely laughing, "Xiaojing, there seem to be quite a few fresh meats over there."
Quan Jingwu turned around, his hands pinching her waist, and brought her down in his arms, "Wifey, are you deliberately trying to make me miserable today, hmm?"
"Am I?" Jian Qing pretended to be clueless as she looked at him, unable to hide the smile on her lips, and purposefully said, "Those fresh meats look quite handsome playing basketball."
Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, "Handsome than me?"
With her head tilted, Jian Qing said with a smile, "That remains to be seen."
Quan Jingwu's gaze deepened, and after staring at her intently for a few seconds, he pulled her toward the Basketball Court.
"Hey, Xiaojing, where are you taking me?"
"To show you how weak that bunch of fresh meats is."
His tone was sour, filled with jealousy.
