At this point, everyone had heard clearly, all with expressions as if they had seen a ghost as they looked at her.
"Madam, did you say all of it?" Qiao Yu coughed lightly, seeking confirmation again.
Jian Qing glanced at him, "What else could it be?"
"..."
Qiao Yu hesitated. In ordinary times, he would have set to work without hesitation. But now, if she saw Jikin's naked body, his boss would probably make things unpleasant for him.
He looked at Quan Jingwu with a bitter expression, waiting for his instructions.
Quan Jingwu's devilishly handsome face darkened as he got up and walked over with a steady stride, snatching the dagger from her hand and throwing it aside.
"Xiao Jing!"
She looked up at him, confused.
What was going on?
Quan Jingwu pulled her into his embrace, pressing her head against his chest, his deep gaze sweeping over Jikin.
"Darling, whatever you want to do, let Qiao Yu do it, you're not allowed to watch."
