Mindful that Jian Qing was pregnant, all the way Jian Luo slowed down the sports car during the drive, he was making it seem as though they were moving at a snail's pace.
"Luoluo, if you keep driving this way, we might not make it to the Pottery Gallery until tonight," Jian Qing leaned on the car window and teased at a leisure pace.
"Relax, your older sister's carrying a baby, not a bomb. There's no need to crawl so slowly."
At those words, Jian Luo sheepishly resumed a normal pace, no longer inching along as he'd been doing.
"Didn't you say you were going to see Bai Jue a couple of days ago? Why didn't he come back with you?" Jian Qing casually asked
Jian Luo said: "Don't mention that fickle carrot. After watching the race, he picked up a girl there and then vanished again."
Jian Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly in amusement. He sure was easygoing.
