"How much red envelope money do you plan to give us two matchmakers when the time comes?" Jian Luo asked with a smile, sipping tea.
"Whatever amount you say," Bai Jue declared magnanimously.
As long as he could win his wife back, the red packet wasn't an issue.
"Deal, that's your word." Jian Luo said.
"Why hasn't this plane arrived yet? I can't stand it, I need to make a call to hurry them along." Bai Jue glanced at the time, his brow furrowed.
He pulled out his phone and made a call, the corners of Jian Qing's mouth twitching.
"Bai Jue, are you really going to get the airplane to come?"
"Of course, if you're putting on a show, you've got to do the full act." Having said that, Bai Jue walked aside to take the call.
If he showed any gaps halfway through, not to mention chasing his wife back, she might end up hating him.
