Autumn had arrived, and the evenings were a bit cool.
As Sang Qian stepped out of the show, a gust of wind blew, prompting her to subconsciously touch her arm. The next second, a thin men's shirt landed on her shoulders.
During the day, Ji Changqing had put this thin shirt on her, stating it was for sun protection and that it was clean, never worn before.
"Thank you."
Ji Changqing slightly hooked the corner of his lips, revealing an enchanting little dimple, "Hungry? Want to grab something to eat? I heard there's a really good rice noodle shop nearby."
Sang Qian thought Ji Changqing was a very easy-going person, devoid of the pretentiousness one might expect from a scion of a great family. He would accompany a girl shopping, tell her jokes, and even eat street food.
If he didn't reveal his identity while outside, probably no one would recognize that he was the esteemed young master of the Ji Family's second branch.
