Shen Zhiyi hung her head, her expression forlorn, "I apologize, let's just say it's my fault, shall we go eat?"
Ji Qilin, having taken off his work uniform and holding it in his hand, revealing the gray casual sweatshirt beneath, finally heaved a sigh, "Sorry, my sister has a weak stomach. We'll eat next time; I'll take her home to eat."
Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath. Wasn't this just a roundabout way of saying that what she offered was too cheap and might upset Ji Tian's stomach? She didn't have any issues during the show! What a pretense.
Just because their family had a bit more stinking money than others. She sneered inwardly; in the end, it was still someone else's wealth. For now, they were merely guarding a fortune that wasn't theirs.
