The two left the kitchen, with shattered pieces scattered on the floor.
After applying the medicine, Jian Qing glanced at the kitchen, cleared her throat and asked: "Xiaojing, what are we having for dinner?"
The pan had been scorched by her; she feared a brand new one would have to be purchased.
"We won't cook this evening, we'll wait for Yi Kai to deliver the food." Quan Jingwu took the medicine box and patted her silky hair.
"It will arrive in ten minutes."
Jian Qing hummed in agreement, reached out for her mobile phone, and immediately saw an unread message from Black Jack.
It was sent in their group chat.
She opened it to find an image had unceremoniously invaded her sight.
Her eyes lit up when she saw what was in the photo.
Two little red books with photos of Jian Luo and Black Jack attached to them. Both were wearing white shirts, looking very pleasing to the eye.
Those two moved swiftly.
