Jiang Zhixun adjusted his mindset and asked Shen Qingqing, "What time are we leaving tomorrow morning?"
Shen Qingqing's chest rose and fell.
Does this man even understand human language?
Jiang Zhixun added, "I just want to know when I can get the money. That's not too much to ask, right?"
Shen Qingqing forced a smile, "It's not too much."
Seeing her gritting her teeth, Jiang Zhixun inexplicably felt like laughing.
This version of her, more alive!
Clenching his fist to his lips, he gave a fake cough, "Then I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Even if she didn't say when to leave, he'd be here before dawn waiting.
Sitting tight and waiting!
Shen Qingqing figured this out, this person is stubborn to the core, no matter how much she says.
She cast a cold glance at Jiang Zhixun and brushed past him.
Her presence suddenly approached and then quickly receded.
The tension in Jiang Zhixun's body instantly tightened, not even daring to breathe deeply.
