Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
It went without saying that Ji Fanyin didn’t intend to flirt with Zhao Qi.
Romance would be an impediment to her money making plans since she had no idea which fastidious client would have qualms with her love life.
After ensuring that Zhao Qi wasn’t one of Ji Xinxin’s carefully reared fishes and that it was unlikely for him to become a client, Ji Fanyin eventually classified him as a normal friend.
Having more friends definitely opened up more opportunities.
Zhao Qi was bound to know quite a few people, so he might just be able to introduce a few new clients to her.
While adding each other to their friend’s list, Zhao Qi happened to catch a glimpse of Ji Fanyin’s phone and remarked curiously, “You don’t seem to have many chat groups.
Most people’s WeChat was filled with rows after rows of group chats, but Ji Fanyin’s WeChat only had three. It was all empty beneath that.
“I’m not too fond of chatting,” replied Ji Fanyin as she put away her phone. “Is it not apparent?”
Zhao Qi looked a bit nervous. “Am I being too talkative?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll know if I’m not interested in listening to you.”
Ji Fanyin felt that Zhao Qi’s frequent bouts of nervousness reminded her of a hamster.
“There are times where I’m terrible at reading the room. If I ever get too naggy, feel free to cut me off whenever you wish,” said Zhao Qi earnestly.
Amused by those words, Ji Fanyin chuckled softly. Her response caught Zhao Qi off guard, and his ears began turning red.
“I won’t befriend someone I dislike,” replied Ji Fanyin with a smile.
Zhao Qi’s heart was finally put at ease. He took a look at his watch and exclaimed in surprise, “Woah, we spoke for quite long! It’s almost lunchtime now.”
Right after he said those words, a woman walked over and informed everyone that they could head in to have their meal.
Ji Fanyin lowered her head slightly as she rose from her seat, and when she finally straightened up her posture, she casually tucked her long hair behind her shoulders.
Song Shiyu couldn’t help staring at her—it was almost as if h
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