Chu Junming lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the suitcase on the ground.
Qingling immediately smiled knowingly, "You want me to help with your luggage, right?"
As she spoke, she bent down and grabbed the suitcase handle from his hand, cheerfully saying, "For a billion, I'll carry it for you."
"For a month."
Qingling turned and took a step out.
Behind her, Chu Junming's voice, low and warm, with a thin smile, sounded.
She turned back, surprised.
Blinking her eyes, she looked at him with confusion, "What one month? Are you staying in G City for a month and want me to help with your suitcase when you leave as well?"
"For a month, at your beck and call."
Chu Junming had a mild smile on his lips.
Standing among the crowd, clearly a graceful and elegant gentleman, yet the words he said and the things he did were annoyingly despicable.
Qingling hesitated a bit.
