Since he hung up the phone, Qin Jijing sat in the backseat without saying a word, maintaining the pose he had before the call, silent like a statue.
Xiaoyu couldn't help but speak up, "Miss Jiang probably didn't ask because she didn't think too much about it; she doesn't know Miss Qi."
"Her not kicking up a fuss is a good thing, right? Doesn't that mean she genuinely doesn't see a problem?"
"She usually looks for reasons to make a scene with me, and now with such a big commotion, she's acting as if nothing happened." How could that be normal?
Xiaoyu was at a loss for words.
Unsure how to console him, "Then aren't you afraid Miss Jiang will really make a scene with you? You'll still need to take the time to placate her."
Despite his busy schedule, President Qin occasionally enjoying playful bickering with Miss Jiang could be seen as charming. But if it happened too often, it was a different story.
That's what Xiaoyu thought, but Qin Jijing himself didn't see it that way.
