บท 1611: 100th-Day Anniversary Gift

The girl spoke in a flat, matter-of-fact voice.

Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a second and then laughed. The hostility that had just gathered in his heart instantly dissipated.

His brows relaxed, and his eyes were clear. He wasn't stingy with his praise. "God Qiao, well done!"

Qiao Nian glanced gently in his direction. Even though she knew that he was deliberately teasing her, she almost couldn't resist asking him if he could change the way he addressed her.

God Qiao…

Nothing good ever happened when Ye Wangchuan called her that.