"What is this?"
She walked slowly toward Chu Qi with the painting in her hand.
Chu Qi was still reeling from the shock a moment earlier.
When he heard the little lady's question, he snapped out of his trance, but he frowned.
He looked frosty and the smile on his lips disappeared.
For some reason, Ji'er felt a little scared when she saw Chu Qi acting this way. She clutched the paintings firmly and her little face looked determined. She asked again, "Who are these women in the paintings?"
Her tone was extremely upset and Chu Qi's expression softened again. However, his dark eyes continued staring at her as he felt mixed emotions.
Ji'er was only nine this year. Where did she learn such a flirtatious move?
Did Ji'er make some bad friends during the year he was away?
"What aren't you saying anything?" Ji'er lost her patience when she saw his resolutely grim expression, and she suddenly felt a little sad.
