Korea raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What's wrong? Afraid I'll poison your CEO Ji's drink?"
Chen Xiang quickly put away his hesitant expression and nodded slightly to Korea, "Then I'll trouble Manager Korea."
Korea no longer paid attention to Chen Xiang's worried look, took a room card from her bag, and handed it to him, "Here's the room card, the lipstick is on my desk."
After instructing him, she lifted her foot, walked past him, and entered the banquet hall.
...
There were really too many kids today. Just on this side alone, there were eight or nine, two from the Ming Family, two from the Yan Family, and three from the Lu Family.
The place was lively, filled with innocent laughter everywhere.
It stirred up Young Master Ji's longing for his niece and his own daughter. After hanging up the phone, he kept watching the video Fenfen sent him repeatedly.
"Young Master Ji."
Suddenly someone called him.
