Dou Jiao was rendered speechless by Tang Qing's words.
These were privileges that most business owners in Qingyan City couldn't even dream of.
Tang Qing seemed utterly nonchalant, even dismissive, about it. Sometimes she thought him very wise, yet in other instances, he was incredibly capricious. Sometimes he was a master of emotional intelligence, sometimes a genius of intellect.
But this was the Tang Qing she knew, the high school student who was mature beyond his years. As for his role as a university student, to her, there was no change in his character. He was as adorable as ever.
"Are you sure about this?" Dou Jiao asked, pouting.
"Absolutely."
Tang Qing responded firmly, refusing to bow to the whim of the powerful.
"Is that your final decision?" Dou Jiao asked, her tone somewhat peculiar.
"Yes."
Tang Qing suddenly had a bad feeling, but a man's word was his bond.