"Keep looking at me like that and see if I don't throw you off."
Tang Mo was getting annoyed. She shouldn't have agreed to be his driver; she should have just made Qi Jiaming walk back on his own.
"Okay."
Ever the perceptive one, Qi Jiaming immediately shut his eyes.
The silence lasted for ten minutes.
"Qi Jiaming, do you think I'm especially cold-blooded?"
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"Qi Jiaming?"
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"Qi Jiaming?!"
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"I told you to be blind, not mute!"
"Right, Boss!"
Having received a clear command, Qi Jiaming finally dared to open his mouth and resume his usual hyperactive chatter.
"Not at all. I think what you did was perfectly normal. If it were me, I wouldn't have brought a bunch of burdensome strangers along either."
Qi Jiaming's family was in business, and the mindset he'd been raised with made him understand Tang Mo's actions perfectly.
