Qin Miaomiao instantly blew up: "Flirt my ass! Those reporters are making stuff up. He's my cousin-in-law's nephew! Why would I flirt with him?"
Lu Qing barely lifted his eyelid, his exquisite features, sharp angles, and piercing gaze cutting her a look.
Qin Miaomiao immediately backed down:
"I really didn't flirt with him. It's just the way the light hit in the photo! I'm a married woman, okay? I'm this close to announcing it to the world or tattooing 'married' on my forehead."
Only then did Lu Qing toss the laptop aside and curl his fingers at her to come over.
She obediently shuffled closer.
"I'll do the tattoo for you. Bring me a pen."
Qin Miaomiao covered her face: "No way! I still have to meet people and work later. By the way, for Yan Jing's upcoming roadshows, I want to oversee a few, but I'm not going to other cities."
Lu Qing arched an eyebrow: "Are you changing the topic?"
"I..."
"Bring me a lipstick."
Qin Miaomiao stared at him, exclaiming, "You tyrant!"
