Mu Qian and Wen Jiaren's eyes both fell on Master, he whispered in her ear, "What I mean is, even if Xiao'er doesn't win with the cut today, I can still keep Jiabao Pavilion thriving, with wealth rolling in."
So that's what he meant, it wasn't about ignoring this Jade Shop.
"Aren't you speaking? Are you doubting my abilities?"
Mu Qian seemed to be getting addicted, or perhaps particularly fond of her fair and delicate earlobe, once again he couldn't help but suck on it, this time going even further, actually biting it.
Wen Jiaren almost cried out in surprise, hurriedly covering her ear with her hand, "You pervert."
She regretted it now, even if she stood by Mu Bai's side, she shouldn't have gotten close to this asshole.
Wen Jiaren angrily thought, that previous dream was so accurate, what abstinent male god, clearly just a repressively seductive man, that man with a beer belly, wielding a whip, must be him in his middle age.
