Ji Ziyin's eyebrows twitched.
She walked over with the cola and placed it on the coffee table in front of the girl. Then, she looked at the girl's enviable face. "Why are you looking for me?"
"No hurry."
The girl who had dragged a chair and sat in her living room took the initiative. She picked up the TV's remote control on the table and raised her chin to signal her. "Sit."
Ji Ziyin pursed her lips as Qiao Nian turned on the television. She walked to Qiao Nian's side and sat down, then couldn't help but ask, "What do you want?"
The girl had already turned on the TV. The 40-inch screen flashed and displayed a scene.
Ji Ziyin was irritated. Just as she was about to say something, the scene on the TV attracted her attention.
"This is…"
She was extremely surprised.
Qiao Nian put down the remote control and casually said, "The Privy Council's voting meeting."
Ji Ziyin was speechless.
