Xiang Yiqing looked over, feeling unbearable, and turned his gaze towards Ji Anning.
Thinking to himself with Xin Xiaoxiao acting coy with Ji Chicheng, she should be a little upset.
But... Ji Anning held a cup with both hands, leisurely sipping tea, as if she didn't see another woman being playful with her husband.
Very composed.
If she doesn't mind her own husband, why should he care?
He just liked that little girl a bit, is his heart really smaller than a woman's?
Comparing himself to Ji Anning, Xiang Yiqing felt much at ease, he crossed his long legs, walked over to the dining table, and sat opposite Xin Xiaoxiao.
However, the always aloof Ji Chicheng didn't mind Xin Xiaoxiao and ignores her actions.
He simply replied to her indifferently, "Sure, write an IOU note, five percent interest."
