"Are you comparing me to a mouse?" Jiuliang teased.
Gu Xinuo put down her cup and gave her a sidelong glance, "I really can't believe you're still in the mood to joke around."
Jiuliang hooked her arm around Xinuo's shoulder, smirking, "How about we have a motorcycle race?"
With just a look, Gu Xinuo immediately grasped her meaning, her lips curving slightly, "Then let's have a race."
"Xue Wu, I seem to remember there are a few guard dogs raised here," Jiuliang said as she picked up her jacket and put it on, a sharp coldness flashing in her eyes.
Xue Wu said, "There are six."
"Go tell those reporters to leave within three seconds. If they don't want to, don't bother with words, just open the gate and let the dogs out," Jiuliang ordered, her hand reaching for the car keys, her voice cold and fierce.
If sweet talk won't work, then be prepared to face the gale.
Xue Wu's expression brightened, and he cracked a smile, "Yes."
That's the style of Master Jiu, bold and fierce.
