Jiang Xi was afraid Wu Jia would misunderstand Rong Nian's character and quickly explained, "No, it was me who made an excessive request."
"What request did you make?" Wu Jia thought that no matter how clueless Jiang Xi was, she couldn't possibly make that unreasonable a demand.
"…I asked President Rong to let me be a vice president for a while." Jiang Xi said half-seriously, half-jokingly.
"…"
Wu Jia's jaw nearly hit the floor. She had thought wrong; Jiang Xi really had some nerve.
The group climbed to the top of the mountain, where the sun hung westward between the peaks, casting slanted rays without the scorching heat of noon.
Outside Hong Niang Temple grew a thousand-year-old Welcoming Pine, its branches festooned with red silk ribbons.
Beneath the tree were several stalls, including a blind fortune-teller and numerous vendors.
Due to a newly built resort nearby, this century-old temple surprisingly buzzed with activity.
