"It really is you, I thought I saw wrong just now."
"Mr. Rong." Ji Anning greeted Rong Feifan, who was dressed in a formal suit, with a graceful nod.
It was the first time she had seen him dressed so formally.
But it was useless, even in mature and steady clothes, they couldn't hide his ruffian-like, almost rogueish childishness.
"You look really beautiful tonight." Rong Feifan, disregarding Ji Jingfeng next to Ji Anning, looked her over with unabashed scrutiny.
His generous praise and unashamed admiration drew Ji Jingfeng's dissatisfaction, after all, Ji Anning was still his fiancée, and in such a setting, right in front of him, it was a challenge to his male pride and self-esteem.
Especially since the man was Rong Feifan, who had openly pursued Ji Anning at T University.
Ji Jingfeng thought, placing a hand on Ji Anning's shoulder in a natural motion, bending his head to ask her affectionately, "Anning, is he your friend?"
