"Is Young Master Ji joking?" He laughed it off.
Ji Yebai gave a cool and detached smile, his voice clear but laced with a touch of intimidation, "Does Mr. Qiao really think I'm joking?"
Mr. Qiao's smile disappeared in an instant.
He had just been sarcastic about Qiao Nancheng being a dog, and now Ji Yebai was saying he wanted to transfer Qiao Nancheng's household registration to the Ji Family; wasn't that a slap in his face?
And, frustratingly, he had no comeback.
After all, he couldn't afford to offend the Ji Family.
"If Mr. Qiao doesn't respond, I'll take it as your acquiescence." Ji Yebai wrapped his arm around Ning Xixi's slender waist, a hint of arrogance in his raised eyebrows, "We will take our leave."
Mr. Qiao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. What did this mean? Because he looked down on Nancheng, Ji Yebai also looked down on him?
...
After leaving the teahouse, Ning Xixi pinched Ji Yebai's handsome face, asking innocently, "Does it hurt?"
