No need for excessive fanciness or decorations, her very presence radiated a dazzling brilliance that was difficult to look away from.
Qiao An?
What was she doing here?
Ji Zhicheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he pushed open the door and got out of the car.
With a snort of pride and disdain, Ji Zhicheng hadn't forgotten that Qiao An was the one who wanted to compete with his daughter for a man.
"Mr. Ji, could you spare me a few minutes of your time?" Qiao An raised her hand, gently straightening her hair, her smile warm and soft.
Ji Zhicheng's expression was cold, "You dare to come to the Ji Family?"
If she dared to go to Han Palace, why would she fear the Ji Family?
Qiao An's rosy lips curled slightly, her smile serene, "Mr. Ji, aren't you curious why my surname is Qiao?"
Qiao?
Ji Zhicheng's mind briefly fogged, and he suddenly thought of… his ex-wife.
"You…" He was astonished, cautiously hopeful, "Why is your surname Qiao?"
