Bo Jiu arched a brow. "I'm just getting a drink. Why do you make it sound like I'm escaping? Where's the basic trust between humans?"
Qin Mo eyed the youngster, turning towards the bodyguard at the side. "Get Young Master Jiu a bottle of water."
"Yes, Boss Qin." The bodyguards dressed in black would often disguise as assistants who followed by Qin Mo's side. It was a decision made by his parents after that year to protect Qin Mo's safety.
Bo Jiu watched as the bodyguard left before turning back to face Qin Mo. It was obvious that he didn't trust her.
Didn't sleeping with someone lower their guard? Why didn't this logic work for the Almighty? Some logics online really couldn't be trusted.
After he was done admiring the youngster's sullen expression, Qin Mo spoke cheerily, "What else do you want? Get someone to buy it."
