"Ziming, what do you really feel toward Little Chili?"
Inside an elegantly decorated private dining room, Mu Heng, who was sitting across Ji Ziming, regarded the latter with an inquisitive gaze.
Actually, he himself was pretty interested in that Little Chili.
He had thought that the lady was pretty interesting the last time they met. Now, after seeing her without that ridiculous makeup, he was more than a little interested. Although she was a little on the plump side, touching fleshier woman was actually pretty comfortable!
"Don't talk during mealtime; don't speak at bedtime. Shut up and eat." Ji Ziming elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin and dispassionately said this.
"You're the only person with so many rules!" Mu Heng gritted his teeth indignantly over Ji Ziming's uncaring attitude toward him.
