Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He put down his phone and looked up at Ji Chicheng, who was walking towards him, "It must be Xiang Yiqing. I'll go get the door."
Ji Chicheng's slender fingers clutched a wineglass, but he did not respond to Qi Helian's words. He walked to the spot where Qi Helian had just been sitting, preparing to take a seat, and his gaze inadvertently swept over Qi Helian's phone screen.
The body that had just started to bend suddenly stiffened.
A shadow crossed his handsome face; the phone screen dimmed a bit. He reached out to tap it, then picked it up.
He looked closely at the photo. In it, the girl had her eyes closed, a look of pleasure on her face, while the foreign man by her side watched her with a smile.
The closeness between them was palpable.
"How many bottles are you planning to drink tonight?"
"Isn't that up to Young Master Ji's mood?"
"Young Master Ji, if you keep drinking like this, my collection will really be gone."
