Night Market I

Xian Zihao finally felt that Jiang Ruolan had started to treat this as a problem, so he frowned and muttered to himself, "Jiang Ruolan, how old are you?"

Jiang Ruolan bit her lips and took a deep breath again. She felt that this roundabout dialogue had really twisted her IQ into negative. 

She quickly changed the topic, "Actually, what I wanted to ask is why you come to the company today?"

Xian Zihao immediately frowned.

Seeing him frown, Jiang Ruolan decided to change the topic again. "I still haven't thought of what gift I will give to Guiying. Why don't we look around?"

Even Jiang Ruolan had to admire her own quick thinking, quick reflexes, and quick change of topic. It was probably due to that girl Xiong Ruogang.

Xian Zihao looked at her. His dark and calm eyes stared straight into his eyes.