Jian Jin looked at him. His eyes were very good-looking under their ordinary appearance. Siling, she crossed her arms and stood up from the arm of the sofa she was leaning against. "OK, I'll get right on it."
"Also, send a gift.
"Deliver it in your name."
Who was she? Without asking, Jian Jin knew that Lu Zhi was definitely talking about Qiao Nian. She raised her eyebrows and said sharply, "You're giving a gift in my name. Tsk, what's the difference between giving it or not? Qiao doesn't know that it's from you."
Lu Zhi was wearing a black shirt. The tailored fabric outlined the perfect outline of his chest and shoulders. His eyes were indifferent, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. "Just give it to her. Anyway, it's only a gift if the person who receives it likes it. Otherwise, it will lose the meaning of giving it."
