Neither of them had asked him to sit down, but Ji Zhicheng rubbed his hands together and, without ceremony, took a seat on the sofa as if he belonged there.
"Qiao An, I came here today to ask you to..."
Mu Jingxi spoke up coldly, "If it's about Ji Qingxin, you'd better not bring it up."
His eyes were cold and sharp, emitting a chilling light.
Ji Zhicheng was taken aback by the intimidating aura that emanated from him.
He couldn't believe that he had lost his composure in front of this junior.
Ji Zhicheng snorted coldly, "Fine, then let's talk about Qiao An's issue."
Talk about her?
Qiao An's eyebrows lifted slightly as she leisurely sipped her water, thinking to discuss Little Nuomi?
Ha, as if he were worthy!
"What do you want to talk about?" Mu Jingxi crossed his long legs, waiting leisurely for him to speak.
