Ji Qishu was about to fire back a few quips, but the dial tone was already beeping in the phone, clearly Chang Qinghua had already hung up.
The manager of the five-star hotel, who had already packed the food, handed the takeaway bag to Ji Qishu nervously: "Mr. Ji, the takeout you wanted has been packed for you."
Ji Qishu put away his phone, glanced at the nervous hotel manager, took the takeaway, and left directly.
On the way, someone called him to invite him for dinner that evening.
Ji Qishu sat in the car and said, "Buddy, another day, my ex-wife just called me complaining she has nothing to eat tonight, I'll treat you another time."
His friend said over the phone, "Haha, got it, got it. Didn't expect Young Master Ji to be so sentimental, being so good to your ex-wife, making nationwide advertisements to save her when she was kidnapped, really cool."
Ji Qishu said, "If she hadn't called me crying for help, would I even look at her?"
