Standing in the elevator, Ji Yunhuan was still thinking about how not to be too awkward when meeting Qi Cheng later. But as soon as she got out of the elevator, she realized there was a guest at home today.
It was a young girl, about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a very British style.
She was sitting at the dining table, resting her chin on her hand.
Qi Cheng was scolding her, "Since you were coming over, why didn't you tell me so I could pick you up? Instead, you came over by yourself?"
"You're getting married. It's not good for me to disturb you. I'm afraid your wife might misunderstand." The girl smiled and said, "Besides, I wanted to surprise you, to see what your reaction would be when you saw me. Do I look prettier?"
"Still the same little girl." Qi Cheng pretended to dislike her, but his tone was indulgent.
Ji Yunhuan had already walked over.