After a moment of silence, Quan Jingwu furrowed his brow, "You are wrong."
"Hmm?" Jian Qing did not understand what he meant.
"Your name." Quan Jingwu reminded her patiently.
Jian Qing suddenly remembered their conversation by the lotus pond that day, looking at his earnest eyes, she almost burst into laughter.
"Xiaojing?" Jian Qing asked tentatively.
Quan Jingwu seemed satisfied, his stern eyebrows relaxed, "Yes."
Seeing the unusually childish side of the man, Jian Qing pursed her lips and smiled.
"Why won't you agree?" Quan Jingwu glanced at the contract on the table, his cold voice unintentionally softened a bit.
Jian Qing responded with a gentle smile, "Simply because I don't want to."
Quan Jingwu looked at her, still smiling behind her mask, and felt inexplicably annoyed.
