A Heated Argument

Qiao Yue was thoroughly convinced. Her second brother was such a serious and cold person. Why did he have such a funny assistant?

And he was still sniffing? Didn't he notice that the two of them were staring at him?

"Focus on driving." Qiao Jing said to his assistant to stop him from acting stupid.

"Yes, Master Jing."

As if he was grabbed by the neck, the assistant quickly reverted to his usual appearance.

But because of this interruption from the assistant, the two of them did not continue their previous conversation.

As soon as they arrived at the Qiao residence, Qiao Yue followed Qiao Jing to the study. She didn't want to, but the look in Qiao Jing's eyes told her to follow him.

After closing the door to the study, Qiao Jing sat on the sofa, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Qiao Yue wanted to massage Qiao Jing's temples like last time, but she was stopped by Qiao Jing's gaze.