"Alright." Qiu Qianghai nodded slowly, "I will give you what you want, and you must do what I need."
Song Yinyin appeared to hesitate for a moment, then nodded vigorously.
The transaction between the two was thus concluded.
...
"Xiao An, hurry up, we're running out of time!"
Gu Jin, in the living room, urged the young man still eating in the dining room.
"Coming, coming!"
An Mingji walked out of the dining room with steady steps.
He was dressed in the Beijing No.1 Middle School uniform. An Mingji, dressed in the school uniform, appeared more innocent yet still more composed than his peers.
What an elegant and graceful young man.
Gu Jin was carrying his backpack and looked at the young man who had walked out, meeting his deep, obsidian-like eyes.
The young man's nose was adorned with exquisite gold-rimmed glasses that concealed his captivating almond-shaped eyes' allure, yet still attracted people involuntarily.
