Qiao Xi used all her courage to raise the tray. She then said in a trembling voice, "If Mrs. Ji doesn't have time to drink it, please have this, Mr. Ji." She could almost smell the wine on Ji Yan's body. Her face blushed red in split seconds. Then, she instantly turned pale. Even though she was nervous and scared, Qiao Xi held the tray firmly.
Ji Yan glanced at Qiao Xi coldly and raised his eyebrow. He asked, "For me?"
"I cooked a lot of them." Qiao Xi lowered her head even more, not daring to look at Ji Yan. "I'll give it to Mrs. Ji later." She was almost breathless. Feeling uneasy, she held the hangover soup in the tray. She did not run away. It seemed that she had improved.
