"I've got plenty with her."
Ji Chicheng replied to Ji Anning, then said to Assistant Wu: "Tell her to thank Xiang Yiqing, I have no claim."
Honestly, he was indeed a bit afraid of that shameless and invincible guy.
It was the same feeling as when he heard he was going to meet that old man Charles.
As soon as Ji Chicheng finished speaking, a clear and crisp woman's voice came from outside the door, "I also invited Doctor Xiang, we'll celebrate together then."
Immediately afterward, a tall figure appeared.
Xin Xiaoxiao wore a red three-quarter sleeve dress, one hand holding a fruit basket and the other a bouquet of red roses.
The impression she gave was summed up in two words: festive.
"Fenfen." Xin Xiaoxiao clacked in her ten-centimeter-high heels, making her presence known with every step.
Her slender waist swayed more dramatically due to the high heels, and when she reached the bedside, she leaned over and kissed Fenfen on the forehead.
