Jian Qing, thoroughly satisfied with her breakfast, reached out to clean up the table. However, as soon as she picked up the bag, she was stopped by the person next to her.
"You don't need to clean up, just leave it be," Quan Jingwu took the bag from her and set it aside.
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
Jian Qing offered a slight smile, "I'm fine now."
It was curious; as long as she was full, she felt perfectly healthy, with no trace of stomach ache at all.
Quan Jingwu hummed in response, relieved in his heart.
"Mister Jing, thank you for the breakfast," Jian Qing looked at him, her smile more genuine.
Quan Jingwu's eyes darkened and there was a hint of dissatisfaction on his handsome face, "You made another mistake."
Understanding his implications, Jian Qing's eyes crinkled, "Isn't this the second time you said this? Are you really so particular about the way you're addressed?"
"Yeah." Quan Jingwu nodded.
