Jian Luo looked at Seventeen laughing heartily and glared at Black Jack angrily, "I think it's better for you to go back to Y Country by yourself, so I don't get angry with you."
Black Jack loved to see him get all ruffled up; he stretched out his strong arm, put it around his shoulder, and because Jian Luo was being mindful of Nineteen in his arms, he didn't dare to struggle too hard to break free.
"Alright, I was just kidding earlier. I'll buy you some ice cream later."
Jian Luo glanced at him and coolly asked, "Just one box?"
"How many boxes do you think is better?" Black Jack watched him amusingly and asked.
"Three boxes," Jian Luo quickly responded.
One box was almost two days' worth, so three boxes would allow him to eat for about a week.
"Two boxes?" Black Jack saw through his thoughts in a flash and bargained with him.
