Zhang Jingdong, at this moment, draped his arm around Yan Ning's fragrant shoulders: "Are you a member of Ye Zhinan's shooting club?"
As soon as Yan Ning heard this, she suddenly became tense: "...Yes."
"Does your club have a shooting competition tomorrow?"
"Mm."
"Can your membership allow you to bring someone along?"
"Yes, I can. But... Jingdong, I don't want you to go."
"Why?"
"I don't want you to have a conflict with him."
"Are you afraid I can't beat him?"
"No, I just don't want you to be in any danger."
Yan Ning then wrapped her arms around Zhang Jingdong's head: "Jingdong, I can talk to him about that piece of land, you just relax, I will definitely get him to change his mind."
Zhang Jingdong affectionately ruffled Yan Ning's hair: "It's not about that piece of land, I could even give up that deal, but I must prove to him that I deserve you more than he does, otherwise this guy will definitely keep playing tricks later on."
