Unfortunately, after a long while of looking, only seriousness remained.
Quan Jingwu propped his hands on either side of her, leaning in close, "Who exactly is it?"
Jian Qing leaned back, "Want to know?"
Quan Jingwu's thin lips were pressed tightly together, "Speak."
"Then first tell me, what are you going to do after you find out?" Jian Qing asked with interest.
"Beat him up badly, so badly that not even his mother would recognize him," Quan Jingwu said, without blinking an eye, fiercely.
Jian Qing, "..."
Not even recognize his own mother?
Xiaojing, are you serious about that?
"Quan Jingwu, I never imagined you would go so far as to hit your own son, that's too cruel," she said with a click of her tongue.
Meeting her cunning smile at the bottom of her eyes, even someone as dense as Quan Jingwu realized what had happened.
He had been played.
"Naughty treasure, you're not behaving," he said, as his brows relaxed, his low voice sending a dangerous message.
