"Do you have every type of book?"
Bai Qingling raised her eyebrows, a sly look flashing in her bright eyes.
Chu Junming thought for a moment, "At least, I don't have love letters."
"..."
Bai Qingling rolled her eyes. She was actually thinking, if he said he had every type of book.
She would then ask him if he had love letters.
Who knew, he would say it himself that he didn't.
It was no fun.
She switched topics, asking, "Why do you need my ID?"
Chu Junming leaned forward a bit, looking at her in the video, "To book your plane ticket."
"Aren't you planning to charter a flight, with so many people—oh wait, shouldn't you fly a private jet to pick us up?"
Bai Qingling was joking.
But she held back her laughter, maintaining a serious expression. Surprisingly, Chu Junming, usually quite the slippery businessman, believed her.
"Qingling, do you prefer flying on a private jet?"
