"So, you're a boss now?"
It wasn't surprising Jiang Xia would say that. Looking at An Ning—dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, her hair in soft curls, driving a luxury car, and openly appearing near Uncle Jiang's house—he really couldn't imagine any other reason.
"What…? Is it so impossible that I got by on my looks?"
An Ning's playful remark made Jiang Xia's fingers clench the fabric of his pants, then relax. "You breaking someone's legs is more likely. Getting by on your looks? Not a chance."
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I'm not beautiful?"
"Umm—"
The drawn-out sound helped Jiang Xia relax, and he said lightly, "You are, but not more than me, right? I seem to recall someone saying I could easily be a star attraction."
"You heard that?"
An Ning spared a moment to glance over at Jiang Xia, who pointed forward and yelled, "Eyes on the road!"
"Hey, wait a minute. I don't remember you having a driver's license."
