"You're jealous of a child?"
And just now, when Zeng Xiangyang said 'I love you,' it was obviously just a child getting too excited and blurting it out without thinking.
Yet this damned man, he even gets jealous over this kind of thing.
Zhan Qipei gathered his brows like mountains in mist and pressed his thin lips together, remaining silent.
Qiao Jing, feeling somewhat helpless, rubbed her temples, sighed, and changed the subject.
"Tomorrow I'm going to the match with Zeng Xiangyang."
She knew she wouldn't be able to change Zhan Qipei's jealous nature, so she could only try to divert the man's attention.
Upon hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei's already furrowed brows tightened further, and his thin lips formed a flat, icy line.
"What match? Why are you going with him? Can't he go by himself?"
Although he knew Qiao Jing was trying to change the subject, he couldn't help but be concerned about her plans for the next day.
