Miss Ji Four ignored the old master's orders and risked analyzing to him, "Just look at that enchanting look of Colonel Qi Helian, compared to our family's Chicheng, he's like the official match in a novel."
"Pfft, hahaha…"
Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian, the sister duo, finally couldn't hold back anymore—one sprayed mouthfuls of food all over the table, and the other had her head down with shoulders shaking tremendously.
Anning couldn't help herself and snickered with her head bowed.
Suddenly, the man beside her stretched his hand beneath the table and placed it on her thigh, giving it a forceful squeeze.
Anning's face turned white as a sheet at once, her eyes wide with panic. She nervously scanned the people across from her—Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian were still laughing, not noticing her.
Her gaze moved to the old master—he was furiously scolding Ji Ming Yue, too upset to pay attention to them, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
