"Ha ha! Ziming, where exactly did this Miss Ji appear from? How come I've never heard of her before?"
Mu Heng laughed at the misery of Ji Ziming, who was just silently drinking his red wine.
"Speaking of this Miss Ji, I don't know her, but I do know of the older and strong-willed Miss Ji! Uncle Ji's family is somewhat pitiful. Never mind that he doesn't have a son, but for him to have raised a manly eldest daughter… Ze, ze, ze! I'm really curious as to what kind of lady this younger Miss Ji is."
He mentioned the older Miss Ji with displeasure and a snort, as if he disliked her.
Pak! Ji Ziming placed the wine glass on the coffee table and glanced over at his eager friend.
"You know of this Miss Ji, too," he said plainly.
"I know her?!" His eyes widened as he looked at him in disbelief. "Impossible; I have no impression of her at all."
