C884 A White Lie

"Jin Beiqing …" Xia Jin raised a hand to rub her forehead. "Are you trying to heat me to death?"

Today, it was already close to 30 degrees outside, but he actually wanted to wear long sleeves and pants. Was he a devil?

"There's air conditioning in the car and in the company. It won't get hot."

With that, Jin Beiqing put his shirt and pants down on the sofa and sat beside Xia Jin