"Uncle, what’s all this?"
Turning around, Ji Anning studied a pile of things on the back seat, furrowing her brows.
Rows of large cardboard boxes sat atop the multi-million-dollar Maserati, causing her pain as she grieved over the luxurious leather seats.
When she’d opened the rear car door earlier and saw the heap of items, she had to switch to the front passenger’s seat.
"Cargo,"
Ji Chicheng gave a straightforward answer to Ji Anning’s question.
Cargo? Anning asked in surprise, "Ah? Uncle, are you in so kind of business?"
She opened her mouth and looked at Chicheng. After asking, she realized, was she being too nosy? What was on those seats, whether he was in business, what did it have to do with her?
"Hmm,"
She had expected Chicheng to ask her the sa thing, whether his business was of any concern to her, but unexpectedly, he replied amiably.
Although he didn’t say what business he was in, this was already a surprise to her.
She pursed her lips and uttered "Oh," then turned her gaze away to look outside the window.
The cent road in the countryside had no streetlights, flanked on both sides by tall cypress trees, which made the night seem even darker and more oppressive.
From the corner of her eye, Ji Anning inadvertently glanced back and caught Chicheng looking seriously ahead, calm and quiet.
Reflecting on the day, it felt like a dream. She had actually taken the initiative to call and invite him to dinner—though Danning had pressured her into it, he surely believed it was her own idea.
Then, so unexpectedly... he caught her off guard, without any anticipation, and helped her win the shooting contest.
It was their first ti dining out alone, and he had co to pick her up in this desolate place so late.
Her gaze, unwittingly, was fixed on Chicheng, and she had even lost herself in thought.
The man’s lips, slightly curved, revealed a faint smile, his eyes clear as springs, with a mischievous spark surfacing.
Leaving the cent road behind, they were now on the brightly lit main road.
Both were disturbed by the brightness in their own thoughts.
This main road wasn’t far from the seaside, and the outside wind was blowing strongly, so Chicheng slightly closed the car window.
"Do you know the ’Beautiful City’ website?"
His gaze suddenly turned towards Ji Anning.
Anning nodded, "Yeah, Danning just ordered a pink crystal necklace from there not long ago."
It was an international website that customized jewelry and won’s clothing, and their brand’s na was Beautiful City.
Each piece of clothing they sold was unique, all different from each other. The jewelry was the sa.
They designed according to the custors’ requests, and once a piece was made, no matter how popular it was, they wouldn’t make another of the sa design.
All were one of a kind.
This was the reason why the website had beco globally popular within three or four short years. Not only did they charge high fees, but they also were very picky about their custors. It wasn’t just a matter of affording the price—they had to choose to make it for you.
Danning had waited a full year in line to finally place an order for that pink crystal necklace.
But why would he ask her about this website so earnestly? Anning looked at Chicheng with puzzlent, "Why? Uncle, are you planning to order sothing from this site?"
As she understood, not only did the website charge high fees, but it was also very selective about its custors. It wasn’t just a matter of affording the price—they had to choose to make it for you.
Danning had waited a full year in line to finally place an order for that pink crystal necklace.
Chicheng’s lips curved slightly as he bypassed Anning’s question, counter-asking her, "What kind of pink crystal necklace did Yang Danning order?"
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