Han Jing was silent for a moment, then said something that almost made Han Qingjue vomit blood: "I think being a decoration isn't bad, after all, not everyone can be a decoration."
Han Qingjue's fingers tightened around the cup uncontrollably. She realized that this woman truly had no other skills, but her way with words was formidable!
Ha!
After talking for so long, Han Qingjue really hadn't gotten any useful information from Han Jing.
She really couldn't bring herself to ask more, so she forced a stiff smile and said, "Since you don't know, I'll just go ask him myself. No time like the present, let's go together!"
Han Jing glanced at Han Qingjue: "You want to come to my house?"
Han Qingjue's fingers trembled slightly. She truly wanted to know what this woman's brain was made of — why was her thought process so different from normal people's?
