Li Luo was taken aback by Jiang Qing'e's words.

 "Er, surely not? Lu Qing'er hasn't done much," he said, scratching his head.

She sniffed lightly to herself. Nothing much? Lu Qing'er had come to her and suggested that she call off the engagement to Li Luo. Of course, Lu Qing'er believed that there was no true love between her and Li Luo, and that the engagement was a burden to both parties. Still, anyone who dared to go that far with her had done a lot indeed.

Compared to that, Zhao Huiyin's little bit of skinship was nothing at all.

Of course, someone as proud as Jiang Qing'e would never let Li Luo know about it. She would deal with any real problems that came up.

"I know what Zhao Huiyin wants to do, so I'm happy to let her believe that she's accomplished it. Let her play her little games—I'll bait her back with them. Let's see who suffers at the ticket match in the end," Jiang Qing'e said indifferently as she set her teacup back down.

Li Luo was a little...