Xue Jing mentally raised Wu Youqing's identity by another two notches, then, pinching his chin, he said:
"So, White Crow could offer a reward like Hundred Feet Pole's Top all because of the face you've given, BOSS."
Wu Youqing chuckled and replied, "You don't need to mind it... Hundred Feet Pole's Top doesn't mean much to me, I don't need it, so feel free to use it... if you accept the assignment, that is."
"White Crow must be trying to build a good relationship with you by doing this, right? Although there are many complex matters I'm not aware of, if I accept the assignment and take the reward, they will think that you accept their overture, won't this cause trouble for you?"
Xue Jing inquired.
Upon hearing this, a sly gleam emerged in Wu Youqing's amethyst-like beautiful pupils.
