“Oh?” The mixed-race girl tilted her head, looking An Xi up and down, then shifted her gaze back to Yan Qing, “You, with me, my family is very rich. Marry me, whatever you want, you can have.”
“Hahaha, sorry, does she mean… you should marry into her family?” An Xi burst out laughing at the word “marry”… It was hard to imagine Yan Qing wearing a wedding dress and following this girl home!
“I feel… a bit looked down upon… but even if I were to marry into a family, I’d definitely choose yours,” Yan Qing said gently to An Xi without even looking at the mixed-race girl.
“Haha, I can’t support you!”
“It’s okay, just take me in… I’ll pay rent.”
“…” Seeing the two actually chatting happily, the mixed-race girl suddenly became angry, “Hey! You… listen to my ‘language’ okay!”
“Sorry, did I just hear someone wants my little brother to marry into their family?”
Yan Ji, who swayed over following the voice, looked terrible… His precious little brother would never marry into another family!!!
“Huh? Linda, what are you doing?!”
The middle-aged man who came with her saw the mixed-race girl’s furious appearance and Yan Ji’s darkened face, and immediately felt that this business was ruined…
“Dad! I like him!” Linda pointed directly at Yan Qing when her father arrived, becoming even more arrogant.
“Enough! My little ancestor… go back to your room right now!” The middle-aged man wiped his face, knowing he was crying inside… Who in the circle didn’t know that Yan Ji was a “brother-con”? When Yan Qing first entered the circle, Yan Ji had called everyone individually!
It wasn’t that he was afraid of Yan Ji, but because of his working style – his clean and crisp approach made collaborators feel very happy and satisfied. And he liked working with him; he didn’t want to ruin his work routine because of his “princess” daughter who had been abroad for too long.
“Mr. Yan, please don’t mind… Linda has been abroad for too long and has some open-minded ideas.”
The middle-aged man pulled Linda’s arm and went to one side, “I’ll call you tomorrow! Mr. Yan.”
“Father…”
Linda called out unhappily, but she was still dragged away by her father.
Yan Qing looked at Yan Ji and said naturally, “Thanks.”
