Jie Ling'r was stunned.
What do you mean I was too happy too soon?
Isn't that just a polite remark?
I say I'm glad to see you, and you reply with 'likewise'?
Why aren't you playing by the rules?
But...
So handsome!
So manly!
Jie Ling'r watched Jason's tall and burly back, and her already bright eyes grew even brighter, like a thirsty wanderer in the desert seeing an oasis.
The Jason walking ahead sensed this change, and his brow furrowed.
If he had only thought Jie Ling'r was a bit of a romantic before, now he was certain. This purple-clad female chief capture officer must definitely be infatuated.
"Don't mind, Sister Jie Ling'r is very nice, just a little slow in the head. Since childhood, she would occasionally act oddly infatuated, just ignore her."
A faint mosquito-like voice sounded in Jason's ear.
It was Feng Feiyu.
Feng Feiyu had already entered the room, at least a five-meter distance between them.
A secret technique like transmitting voice?
Jason speculated.
