Chen Wanqing no longer avoided Zhao Jing's gaze, and she no longer felt uncomfortable under his watch.
Seeing this, a faint smile blossomed in Zhao Jing's eyes. He cupped his hands. "I'll listen to you, Wanqing. Whatever you say, goes." He even apologized to De'an, "I shouldn't have been so confrontational with you just now. It was all my fault. Please be the bigger person and don't hold it against me."
Chen De'an rolled his eyes at him, thinking this peacocking Zhao Jing was so annoying. He couldn't be bothered with him.
「Before they knew it, they had reached the city gates.」
The three of them had each come to the city with their own business to attend to.
Chen De'an had to return to his private school, Chen Wanqing was delivering fragrances to a regular customer and opening her shop for business, while Zhao Jing needed to go to the escort agency and Moxiang Pavilion.
