Jiang Qingli walked out of the lounge, and Baili Jing was standing not far away, waiting for her.
The young man walked up to her. "Uncle Zhou had to leave early. Shall we..."
He paused, then raised a hand to pull her into his arms. The pad of his thumb gently rubbed the tip of her ear as his voice remained as gentle as ever. "Why the long face? Did something happen?"
He could always tell right away when Jiang Qingli was in a bad mood.
Jiang Qingli lowered her head and bumped it against his chest a couple of times. Her voice was muffled. "It's nothing. I just saw someone I can't stand."
"Is that so? Do you want me to teach them a lesson for my baby?"
"I already did."
"My baby is so amazing."
"You're so insincere." Jiang Qingli looked up, glaring at him with mock ferocity.
