Mu Jingxi's expression remained unchanged.
She continued talking to herself, "I've never seen Yunchi care so much about anyone before. It seems he really likes Miss Qiao."
Mu Jingxi's thin lips pressed tightly together. Yunchi likes Qiao An?
"Jingxi, do you think Miss Qiao will accept Yunchi?"
"I don't know." The man's voice was cold and detached, devoid of much emotion.
Ji Qingxin bit her lip lightly, then looked down with a shallow smile, "I actually think Yunchi and Miss Qiao are quite a good match."
Upstairs, at the bedroom door.
Unable to withstand Song Yunchi's persistent badgering, akin to a dog scratching at the door, Qiao An finally opened it.
The dashing and suave Young Master Song, with a slightly flushed handsome face, was overheated.
His peach-blossom eyes gleamed with a trace of mischief as he leisurely stared at her, his lips curving into a slight smirk, "Qiao Xiao'an, just tell me if you agree or not."
