Qi Jiu was even more elated than Ming Mei, his demeanor suggested he was ready for a grand showdown.
Qi Jiu squeezed next to Kang Chen and smirked, "Mr. Chen, you're having such great luck in love, even I'm envious. Is it —— Ming?"
He stared with one swollen eye, pulling a face that was begging to be punched; it was at once ridiculous and irritating.
His expression seemed to say: I told you, you'd regret hitting me.
Ming Mei had been boiling with anger, only for Qi Jiu to call her "Ming," instantly turning all her anger into dust.
Right now, all she wanted to do was yell at Qi Jiu - What the hell is "Ming" supposed to mean?
She grit her teeth and scolds: "Qi Jiu, exactly who are you calling Ming? Is Ming your mother?"
Kang Chen's eyes fell on Ming Mei, arm in arm with Qi Jiu, as soon as he looked over.
