"Is this your daughter? She’s just too cute."
The female acquaintance pointed at Fenfen, who was sitting on Qi Helian’s lap, and sincerely complinted her.
Then she couldn’t resist poking Fenfen’s chubby cheek.
"Hmm," Qi Helian first nodded, then added, "She’s my goddaughter."
Ji Anning pursed her lips and gave him an ’that’s more like it’ look.
The couple greeted them, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then left. Qi Helian then picked up Fenfen, stood her on his thigh so they were face to face.
"Baby, everyone is saying you’re cute."
"Daddy handso." Fenfen said while licking cream off her fingers.
That ant that daddy was also very handso.
So young, yet already a charr. Who did she learn that from? Ji Anning frowned disapprovingly at Fenfen, then smiled at Director Beck beside her.
Qi Helian then asked, "Who is more handso, daddy or Ji Chicheng?"
Faced with such a profound and worthy question, without thinking, the little girl took an important word from the question and replied, "Handso."
"I asked you who is more handso?"
Mr. Qi asked Fenfen again, but before Fenfen could answer, a cold and eerie voice suddenly ca from behind him.
"Qi Helian, are you trying to reach the heavens?"
Qi Helian’s body jerked suddenly, his expression stiffened, then he turned around, pretending to be surprised, "What day is it today? World Encounter Day?"
The newcor still had a cold face as he looked at Qi Helian, his body faintly emanating a dangerous aura. Qi Helian, fearless, continued to tease death, "Just saw off two acquaintances, and now I run into a good brother."
Then he looked at Fenfen in his arms, his face full of adoration, "Fenfen, who do you think is handsor, him or daddy?"
"Daddy." Fenfen pouted her lips, still savoring the little bit of cream on her fingers.
Her mouth was all covered in cream.
Well, since she called both ’daddy,’ she wasn’t really flattering anyone in particular, so Qi Helian took it for himself, "Great."
He ’smacked’ a kiss on Fenfen’s cheek.
Ji Chicheng’s handso face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and without saying a word to Mr. Qi, he reached out, grabbed one of Fenfen’s arms, and effortlessly lifted her up, tucking her quickly into his arms.
He turned and left.
"Uncle!"
Not knowing where Ji Chicheng was taking Fenfen, Ji Anning stood up and followed him, "Uncle, how co you’re here? Where are you taking Fenfen?"
"To eat."
Ji Chicheng responded expressionlessly to Ji Anning, without stopping his stride.
At the ntion of food, Ji Anning frowned in disapproval, yet her tone remained rather ek, "I... I said that Fenfen is having dinner with tonight, didn’t I?"
He hadn’t objected when they left the house, but now he had chased them down to the restaurant, showing her up in front of a big shot director.
"I don’t mind an extra set of cutlery on the table." Ji Chicheng stopped, glanced at Ji Anning, then continued walking forward.
The little girl in his arms was very well-behaved, even enjoying her dad’s domineering CEO way of holding her, from ti to ti making faces at Ji Anning.
He was having dinner with the beautiful woman, Korea.
The image of Korea and Fenfen getting along, and Fenfen’s affection for Korea, flashed through Ji Anning’s mind, making her feel uncomfortable... not just a little, but very uncomfortable.
Thinking this, she blurted out to Ji Chicheng in a rush, "Uncle, you can go eat by yourself. I was halfway through eating with soone. Taking Fenfen away like this, how embarrassing is it for ?"
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