After having breakfast, Feng Qingxue helped him arrange his stationery, expressing admiration for the extent of his connections, which made his plans feasible.
"What reason do you give for bartering goods with them?" She suddenly blurted out.
Whatever the cause, there must be a reasonable explanation, right?
Lu Jiang stretched lazily, "Isn't there an obvious reason right before us? Do we still need to find additional reasons?"
Feng Qingxue was taken aback, "Obvious?"
How could she have missed it?
"My wife is pregnant, needs to receive adequate nutrition and our home is facing a shortage of supplies. I have no choice but to seek their help."
Lu Jiang finished the last letter to a available comrade, put down his pen, folded the letter, turned and gently touched Feng Qingxue's hand with his. The silky, tender touch enthralled him, and he couldn't help stroking it again and again.
Feng Qingxue glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and slapped his hand away.
