"Be good, let's go home."
"Oh."
She obediently let him lead her away, like a child who had made a mistake. It wasn't that she was scared—it was just... against Lu Qing's overpowering presence, she had no choice but to admit defeat.
"Ah, by the way, can we set up a small talent agency? I want to terminate Jiaojiao's contract. She's always being bullied at her current company, and I'm worried about her."
Lu Qing stopped in his tracks, turned back to look at her, eyes slightly narrowed. The coldness in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.
His voice was icy:
"Say her name again, and see what happens."
"Huh?"
Qin Miaomiao froze, then cautiously asked:
"Lu Qing, are you... jealous?"
Lu Qing froze too, then turned his head away. A low voice came from him:
"Qin Miaomiao, are you stupid?"
Who's stupid? You're the stupid one, okay!
He let go of her hand and strode forward, looking genuinely upset.
