Just as everyone was getting concerned about Qiao Qing, Jun Yexuan's phone lit up from a text message.
He read it, grinned, and left.
The Qi brothers exchanged glances and narrowed their eyes.
Jun Yexuan followed Qiao Qing's instructions and came to this garden behind the company.
Jun Yexuan looked at the young woman who was standing against where the wind blew and felt thousands of different emotions and words. Suddenly, he was at loss for what he should say first.
In the end, only one sentence came out, "Why did you ask to meet you here?"
Qiao Qing lowered her head, "Give me your hand."
Jun Yexuan raised an eyebrow but opened his palm and extended his arm anyway, "What is it?"
Qiao Qing placed a piece of candy in his palm, "My brothers gave you a hard time again, didn't they? Don't think too much of it."
