She felt it was too stuffy here, she had already broken out in quite a bit of sweat, and she wanted to go outside for so fresh air.
Shuffling through the crowd, her small face flushed red, shone like a bright gem under the lights, attracting countless gazes.
She kept her head down and pressed forward to the main entrance.
Dizzy, she reached up to rub her temples and the center of her eyebrows. She was not used to wearing high heels, which suddenly wobbled, causing her body to lurch forward.
"Ah!"
Ji Anning let out a cry of alarm, thinking she was about to fall, when suddenly a tall figure flashed before her, and a long arm reached out, hooking around her.
Still startled, a familiar male voice ca from above.
"Have you drunk too much?"
She was a bit confused at the mont, only feeling that the voice was familiar, yet she couldn’t recall who it was right away. She looked up.
The man’s narrow eyes were watching her, slightly squinting, and his sexy thin lips lightly curved in a handso arch.
The light pink shirt suited his face well, which could rival the beauty of any woman.
Unable to rember his voice, but she recognized his face, "Young Master Qi."
Seeing Qi Helian, Ji Anning couldn’t help but recall Ji Chicheng. She grabbed Qi Helian’s arm, standing up straight.
Her body still felt a bit floaty, another wobble under her feet, and her body swayed again. Qi Helian promptly grabbed her shoulders, "Be careful."
The tip of Ji Anning’s nose accidentally brushed against Qi Helian’s earlobe, a fragrant scent teased his ear for a fleeting mont... exquisite.
Qi Helian’s mind wavered, then he quickly regained his composure, gently pushing Ji Anning’s shoulders a bit away, then looked at her.
Her lovely small face, delicate and charming features, her cheeks red as ripe apples.
The scolding that ca to Qi Helian’s lips was reluctantly held back; he frowned, "Why did you drink so much?"
"I didn’t drink," Ji Anning shook her head in denial, accustod to pouting and acting coquettish after being with Ji Chicheng for just a few days, "I didn’t drink. Did my uncle call you? When is he coming back?"
At that mont, Ji Anning’s mind was full of Ji Chicheng.
"You reek of alcohol and still claim you haven’t drunk," Ji Chicheng frowned and humd, then lightly tapped on Anning’s forehead, "If he finds out you drank, see how he will deal with you."
Ji Anning pouted, "I really didn’t drink, don’t talk nonsense. My uncle will be mad."
The two of them were pulling at each other at the doorway.
The scene caught the attention of passersby, and the dia were also alerted, coming over with caras ready to take photos.
Qi Helian’s eyes flashed sharply, turned to look at those who wanted to photograph him and Ji Anning, "Today, none of you should think about taking your caras ho."
At his words, the faces of the journalists went pale.
"Young Master Qi, we haven’t taken any photos."
"Really, we haven’t snapped any pictures yet, if you disagree, we won’t take them."
The caras were their tools of the trade, all professional and expensive at that, and losing the cara wasn’t just about losing property, it could very well an losing their jobs too.
That was sothing they couldn’t afford.
"Hmph!" Qi Helian snorted, "I don’t want to see any news about today anywhere."
The people hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, we know your style, Young Master Qi."
"Knowing it and not skedaddling," Qi Helian glanced over with a fierce look.
The journalists, as if they had invisibility cloaks, disappeared in seconds.
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