"Go on, Brother Ji."
"Well, what kind of man does Xiao Yue like?"
Qin Jiao blinked, noticing the tips of Ji Changxing's ears turning slightly red. He seemed a little uncomfortable, his hands tightening on the steering wheel.
It dawned on Qin Jiao. "Brother Ji, you like Xiao Yue?"
"I am quite a bit older than her. After all, I'm in my mid-thirties. Over the past few years, people have tried to set me up, but no one ever caught my eye. It's just... I think Xiao Yue is a great girl."
Ji Changxing was indeed on the older side. When Qin Jiao and Shen Yi went to learn martial arts from him, he was already approaching thirty.
Now he was over thirty, which made him six or seven years older than Jiang Xiaoyue.
However, both Shen Yi and Qin Jiao agreed that Ji Changxing was a man of excellent character; otherwise, they wouldn't have entrusted their security matters to him with such confidence.
Qin Jiao smiled and said, "I'll help you feel her out later and see what her type is."
