"Xueqing, you should call him Brother Ning."
A gentle and honest male voice came from the open room.
The girl about to reach out to Ning Jing only a meter away from her hesitated and said, "Alright!" Her round eyes filled with laughter, then she gave a formal bow, "Brother Ning, nice to see you again."
The girl had fair skin, a beautiful face, and her eyes sparkled lively when she smiled.
"Mm." Ning Jing just replied lightly.
The girl reached out her hand, "Where's the gift you promised me?"
"Sorry, I forgot." But Ning Jing's voice didn't convey any hint of apology, devoid of emotion.
Stunned, the girl heard the voice inside the room again, "Xueqing, don't make a fuss."
"Alright." The girl pursed her lips and gestured, "Brother Ning, please come in. Father has been waiting for you for a long time."