He quietly listened, gazing softly at the person in front of him.
Jian Qing continued, "After my grandfather abdicated, I took his place, which displeased the elder council. So, I abolished it. The great elder fled, surprisingly joining the Bruce Organization. They launched an attack against my grandfather a few days ago, so Luoluo and I received the news and returned immediately."
"And then?" He put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue. He then pulled her into his arms, letting her sit on his lap.
Jian Qing bit her lip, gazing intently at him, "Xiaojing, if, if my hands are covered in blood, would you be scared?"
Before she finished speaking, he chuckled, brushing her nose lightly with his fingertips, "Fool, that's why we are the perfect match in this world."
Because, from the beginning, they were of the same kind.
Understanding what he meant, Jian Qing cracked a smile.
"Baby, how's your grandpa?" he asked.
