Baili Jing looked serious.
Jiang Qingli had no doubt that if she nodded, he would definitely go with her.
'But it's not appropriate.'
For one, the invitations to the underground auction were sent out by the auction house after a strict, multi-layered screening process. Furthermore, Baili Jing's Superpower Level wasn't as high as Ye Linyuan's—it was only F, which wasn't enough to protect himself.
Jiang Qingli didn't want to see Baili Jing get hurt again.
But she was also bad at refusing Baili Jing.
Jiang Qingli hesitated for a moment, then made a few hesitant gestures.
Fortunately, Baili Jing didn't insist. He just smiled, gently patting her head, and said softly, "Let's not talk about this anymore. I'll feed you."
'Feeding me again.'
Maybe it was because of their nearly five-year age gap, but Jiang Qingli had noticed that Baili Jing was particularly fond of treating her like a little kid.
He fed her when she ate, he fed her when she drank, and he even fed her... back then—
