Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

Chapter 202: All Scoundrels Deserve to Die

“Young Master, are you still awake?” Quan San’s voice came through the phone carefully.

Ever since he found out that Quan Jue had a seriously bad temper, he cleverly chose not to call him at night or in the morning.

“Go ahead,” Quan Jue said lightly as he sat on the bed.

“It’s like this. Sir knows about your return to Shang Jing. He’s very angry that you didn’t visit him when you returned. Sir wants you to go back tomorrow. He wants to see you,” Quan San said.

“I’m not free,” Quan Jue said lightly. “I won’t be leaving White City anytime soon.”

“But…”

“If there’s nothing else, you should rest early.” Quan Jue hung up after speaking.

Quan San stared at his phone helplessly.

To dare to ignore Sir like this, this young master sure was willful.

However, Quan San thought about Quan Jue’s methods.

This young master was stronger than any other member of the Quan family. It was no wonder that Sir thought so highly of him. He had the right to be willful.

The night view in White City was actually similar to other metropolises, with neon lights flashing.

In a small rented apartment in the south district, the lights were turned off in a room that was less than 30 square meters. The floor was littered with all kinds of trash.

There was a computer desk beside the bed. The light from the computer screen barely brought light to the room, and the walls of the room were filled with pictures.

The photos were all of the same girl, in the same white school uniform. Some were of the girl walking with her friends, some were of her listening attentively in class, and some were of her sleeping on the desk…

Even the photos on the computer desk belonged to that girl.

The girl in the photos was wearing a white woolen sweater with a tall and slim young man beside her. They were Chi Jiao and Quan Jue.

A young girl was sitting in front of the computer desk.

Her average-looking face was currently staring at Quan Jue with jealousy.

“Scoundrels! All scoundrels deserve to die!” The girl held a fruit knife in one hand and a cartoon doll in the other.

She kept stabbing the fruit knife into the cartoon doll’s body. The light from the computer screen reflected on her face, revealing the sinister smile on her lips.

—Angels should not be tainted by those scoundrels. She was going to kill every stinker who came close to the angel.

With that thought in mind, the girl suddenly giggled.

The eerie laughter echoed in the quiet rental house like a ghost.

…

The next day, it was the weekend.

Today was Xu Ye’s birthday party. Chi Jiao thought that she might find some clues about Quan Jue’s mother from the Xu family.

Chi Mingwei still had not returned since last night, so Chi Jiao and Quan Jue had breakfast together.

Chi Jiao stirred the oatmeal milk in her bowl with a delicate little spoon and looked at Quan Jue unblinkingly.

Quan Jue was very elegant when he ate.

Some people were like this. They did not need any training or teaching. He just had a natural elegance like an aristocrat.

It looked very pleasing.

“Is there something you want to say?” Quan Jue suddenly asked.

Chi Jiao widened her eyes in surprise. “Brother Quan, tell me the truth. Do you know how to read minds?”

Quan Jue curled his lips. “It’s your eyes that can’t hide your thoughts.”

Ever since they started eating breakfast, the little delicate girl would often look at him as if she wanted to say something but was stopping herself.