"Uncle, what's all this?"
Turning around, Ji Anning studied a pile of things on the back seat, furrowing her brows.
Rows of large cardboard boxes sat atop the multi-million-dollar Maserati, causing her pain as she grieved over the luxurious leather seats.
When she'd opened the rear car door earlier and saw the heap of items, she had to switch to the front passenger's seat.
"Cargo,"
Ji Chicheng gave a straightforward answer to Ji Anning's question.
Cargo? Anning asked in surprise, "Ah? Uncle, are you in some kind of business?"
She opened her mouth and looked at Chicheng. After asking, she realized, was she being too nosy? What was on those seats, whether he was in business, what did it have to do with her?
"Hmm,"
She had expected Chicheng to ask her the same thing, whether his business was of any concern to her, but unexpectedly, he replied amiably.
Although he didn't say what business he was in, this was already a surprise to her.
