Big Shot Little Jiaojiao Breaks Her Persona Again

“Thank you, Senior,” Chi Jiao said to Lin Ye with an obedient smile.

“You’re welcome, you’re welcome,” Lin Ye said repeatedly. The more he felt that the girl in front of him was a good girl, the more he felt that Quan Jue was a scoundrel. To treat such a cute girl with a stoic face, what else could he be but a scoundrel?

Chi Jiao bade Lin Ye farewell and called Quan Jue.

Quan Jue was usually very disciplined and wasn’t the type to skip classes for no reason.

She was worried that something had happened to him.

But after calling him five times, no one picked up.

Chi Jiao took a deep breath. It looked like she had no choice but to visit his place tonight.

It was eight o’clock in the evening at Xian Anju.

The antique architectural style seemed particularly low-profile and quiet in the dazzling city. Just as Chi Jiao alighted from the taxi, a gaze landed on her.

Chi Yan was sitting in the front passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz sports car. The moment she saw Chi Jiao, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

Lan Yunhan, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, saw Chi Jiao as well. He frowned slightly and asked Chi Yan beside him, “Why did you call her over as well?”

“I didn’t,” Chi Yan said indifferently. She watched as Chi Jiao slipped through the doors of Xian Anju like a happy little rabbit, her eyes filled with thought.

According to what she knew, Chi Jiao didn’t have many friends in White City. Who had she arranged to meet here today?

“It’s good that you didn’t. Today’s occasion isn’t suitable for her to come along. When we have time, we’ll invite your sister for a meal next time,” Lan Yunhan said with a smile.

When Chi Yan thought of the person she would be meeting later, she couldn’t help but smile.

After parking the car, Chi Yan and Lan Yunhan held each other’s arms intimately as they entered Xian Anju.

“The guests in Room 008 must be treated well. They’re all big shots and must not be slighted, got it?” Just as she passed by the lobby manager, Chi Yan happened to hear him talking to two service staff.

Many people who came to eat in high-end restaurants like Xian Anju, which cost more than thousands of yuan per person, were usually rich and had good backgrounds.

A glint flashed across Chi Yan’s eyes as she thought about it.

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Chi Jiao pushed open the door to the 008 private room. Everyone in the room turned their gazes toward her in unison.

There were already a few people sitting at the round table. There were four men and one woman, and the master seat was empty.

Chi Jiao could clearly feel the hidden bitterness in the gazes directed at her, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

“Jiaojiao, come. Sit here.” Yan Zhengchen, who was sitting beside the master seat, curled his thin lips and waved at her.

The others didn’t speak and just stared at her.

Chi Jiao walked slowly towards the master seat beside Yan Zhengchen. When she passed by Yan Qingqing, she was met with a sympathetic gaze.

“Jiaojiao, why did you choose to return to White City?” Chi Jiao had just sat down on the chair when Chi Yexi, who was sitting on her right, asked her bluntly.

His face, which was even more beautiful and exquisite than a woman’s, had a hint of bitterness as he stared at Chi Jiao with his intoxicating brown eyes.

If anyone else were present, they would definitely not believe that this young man, who looked like a resentful wife at this moment, was Chi Yexi. He was the famous cold Adonis of the entertainment circle and the youngest Best Actor in China.

Yan Zhengchen looked at Chi Jiao with a faint smile as he waited for her answer.

He already knew the answer to this question, but he still wanted to hear Jiaojiao say it herself.