Qiao Jing finished speaking and walked over to the sofa to sit down first.
With no other option, Wu Xirui followed and sat down next to Qiao Jing.
He had initially thought about getting Qiao Jing to enter the room with him to better provoke Zhan Qipei.
But since Qiao Jing wouldn't go, he couldn't force her into the room.
However, he had other methods...
Qiao Jing was unaware of the schemes Wu Xirui harbored in his heart.
She glanced at Wu Xirui, raised her delicate eyebrows lightly like the mist of dawn, and said, "Give me your hand."
Wu Xirui immediately stretched his hand out.
With a serious expression, Qiao Jing's slender fingers rested on Wu Xirui's wrist, starting to take his pulse.
In that moment, Wu Xirui blinked his charming, seductive peach blossom eyes, pretending to be deeply affectionate, staring unwaveringly at Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing was focused while taking his pulse and didn't even glance at Wu Xirui, thus failing to notice his little trickery.
