"If you continue kneeling down, I won't give you any red packets during the new year."
Ji Ziming's voice was cold yet warm.
The intern, who was kneeling on the ground, raised her head and looked into Ji Ziming's deep eyes. The thumping of her heart reached her ears. She seemed to have seen the pink cherry blossom petals beside Ji Ziming fall with a white mist. Ji Ziming stood in the white mist and looked at her quietly with a smile.
"Ziming, let's go then."
All her beautiful dreams were shattered by Pei Ge's sudden voice.
Pei Ge, who had just entered the store, only said this when she realized that the intern kneeling on the ground was trembling as though he had been frightened for a long time.
"Okay."
