Until the car stopped at Ji's house, Zhu Qianyu hadn't wiped the smile off her face.
"Ji Huan, are you a child?"
The young master got out of the car first, held the car door, and motioned for her to get out, "When you meet my mommy later, you can ask her if I'm a child."
The young master didn't mind showing his childish side in front of Zhu Qianyu. He had said on the plane that what others saw was his facade of a good man, but only Zhu Qianyu could see what others couldn't.
Zhu Qianyu, holding a bouquet in one hand and a large bag of candies in the other, stood at the Ji family's courtyard entrance. The nervousness, which she had mostly forgotten, suddenly rushed back.
"No need to be nervous, my family is very easygoing. Don't you know my sister, Si Han?"
The young master put an arm around her waist and gently comforted her by her ear.
