After all, these two had a history of getting into fights every now and then.
They would hit each other hard, leaving the other unable to get up, confined to bed for ten days or even half a month.
Each was more ruthless than the other.
"The boat over there is no longer reliable, let them come on your boat."
Jiang Ruan leaned against the side, her tone was calm, with no hint of discussion involved.
Bo Qingyu lit a cigarette, sucking in a deep breath as he slowly walked over to her, bent down, and patted Jiang Ruan's head.
The smile at the corner of his mouth was truly wicked: "When did my sweetheart become so kind?"
Even caring about the lives of so many people.
Jiang Ruan looked up, took the cigarette from the man's lips, extinguished it, and threw it away.
She didn't like the smell of smoke.
"If you don't agree, I will go back there."
Bo Qingyu raised his eyebrow and glanced at the freshly lit, barely smoked, expensive cigarette on the ground.
