Le Tong looked at Ji Rui's iron-black face, tugged her lips, and revealed a faint smile, "Mr. Ji, you're thinking too much!"
Seeing Ji Rui remain silent, Le Tong continued, "Once Baobao finishes his bath, I'll leave, and I won't bother you again. I'm sorry!"
Ji Rui glared at her with a dark face, grabbed her hand, forcibly stuffed the check into it, and gritted his teeth, "You better keep your word!"
Le Tong lowered her gaze, and after a moment, she lifted her eyelids to look at Ji Rui, who was already sitting back on the other side of the living room.
"Mr. Ji, although those clothes aren't expensive, they are all styles that Baobao likes. Let him wear them during Chinese New Year!"
Her request wasn't high, but it seemed that even such a small wish was hard to fulfill.
Ji Rui didn't respond to her; he just kept his head down, continuing to read his finance magazine.
