The words "Mr. Ji" were stuck between Qiao Xi's lips as she mulled over them repeatedly. Just the sound of his name made her blush and her heart throb. She did not need to say it out loud, but just the thought of it made her feel sweet and bitter. Perhaps she only dared to call him that when he was drunk, but when he looked at her with a clear gaze, she could only retreat to her original position and look at him from a distance, calling him "President Ji" in awe and in a distant manner.