Ding Haijing: "..."
A heart full of resentment, but to whom can I complain!
Hu Xiangyong returned home, and Ji Yuzhi came up to him.
"Xiang Yong, didn't you say you wouldn't come back for dinner today?"
Hu Xiangyong tossed the suitcase onto the sofa, sat down beside it, and propped his legs up on the coffee table, glancing at her.
"The person I wanted to invite out didn't want to go for dinner."
Originally, he wanted to invite Chiang Xiao out for dinner, but that little girl was as slippery as an eel, giving him no opportunity at all. Even when he invited her to come to his new store's opening for the ribbon-cutting, she politely declined.
Thinking about today's interactions, Hu Xiangyong couldn't help but laugh.
Interesting, truly interesting.
An eighteen-year-old girl causing him setbacks repeatedly, it really was something he found remarkable.
Her responses were too good, so good that he couldn't help but admire her.
