C142 Chapter 142

Pure white dress, chrysanthemum elegance.

She sat in front of her and said, "Miss Ji, it's a bit late."

She smiled faintly. "It's alright. Beijing's traffic isn't as good as we thought. Fruit tea, do you mind?"

"Thank you."

She poured me a cup. "My mommy likes fruit tea. We'll slowly get used to it."

"My mom also likes it, but it's not as exquisite as it looks