Zhan Qipei actually took off the western suit jacket he was wearing and held it over her head?
Qiao Jing was stunned for a moment, glancing up at the personally tailored suit above her head with a puzzled face, looking towards Zhan Qipei.
"What are you doing?"
Please don't tell her that Zhan Qipei wanted her to use his suit jacket to shield herself from the rain.
If she remembered correctly, that suit jacket was the one Zhan Qipei wore most often, which showed how much the man liked it. And now he was using it to keep her from the rain?
Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips and then his lips curled into a smile.
"The car is across the street, I'll hold the jacket for you as we go."
He would never allow Qiao Jing to get drenched. It was just a jacket, after all.
As for why he would prefer to brave the rain to take Qiao Jing home now, it was naturally because he did not want to bump into Wu Xirui, did not want the other man to take another glance at Qiao Jing.