After speaking, she even sighed, her helpless yet sweet demeanor nearly driving Jiang Wei mad.
Wen Qiao noticed Jiang Wei's lips twitching noticeably twice, but they still remained in a lifted smile, and the little devil inside Wen Qiao immediately started jumping around.
She just loved that look on Jiang Wei—that look of not being able to stand her yet unable to do anything about it.
Jiang Wei, not giving up, continued, "Then let me take you there, I happen to be heading that way for an errand."
Jiang Wei really wouldn't cry until she saw her own coffin, and Wen Qiao didn't stop her, nodding in agreement, "Then I'll trouble Sister Jiang Wei."
"No trouble."
"I really came at the right time, just in time for afternoon tea."
A crisp voice rang out, and Wen Qiao instinctively looked up.