Ji Chicheng lifted his head and looked at Xin Xiaoxiao, whose face was filled with a mischievous smile. A surge of irritation rose in his heart, but he clenched his fists tightly and suppressed it.
His lips remained tightly pursed, not moving an inch.
"I have no idea where my father heard the news about your sister getting married. I genuinely dislike L City, feeling that the people here aren't nearly as good-looking as those from our country, especially the handsome men."
Xin Xiaoxiao scrutinized the scenes and people outside the window of L City's streets with a discerning eye.
Then she suddenly turned her head toward Ji Chicheng, giving him a wicked smile, "Like you, Mr. Ji, I prefer men who look slender in clothes but have muscles underneath."
As she spoke, she leaned her body against the back of her seat seductively and threw a suggestive glance at Ji Chicheng, "How about we share a room tonight and save some money?"
