"Alright, I won't be so polite then."
"Polite with your godfather? My ass."
"Damn!"
After dinner, once they had dropped the other two off, Qin Youyou drove back to Century Triumph.
On the way, Qin Yangyang bombarded Lin Jiang with messages.
Swords, spears, sabers, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks.
She hit him with a full barrage of weapon-themed stickers and eventually even sent him the "Dongfeng Express" missile delivery sticker.
No matter how Lin Jiang replied, her only response was another sticker. Her message was clear: 'La la la, I'm not listening.'
Lin Jiang decided to ignore Qin Yangyang's childish behavior.
'A little jealousy and a sense of crisis now and then isn't a bad thing.'
"Brother Jiang, why did you go quiet?"
Qin Youyou glanced at Lin Jiang and asked softly,
"Did my performance today embarrass you?"
"How could it? Even my own mother has never waited on me like you did."
