Qi Helian also nodded in agreement, "That's true, there aren't many like Xian Xinrong in the entertainment industry."
…
When Ji Anning ran into Xian Xinrong again in first class, she was not surprised at all.
After sitting down, Qi Helian and Xian Xinrong started chatting, while she put on her headphones, blending into the air.
The more than ten hours of flight were more tiring than Ji Anning had imagined, and she also experienced some motion sickness, only managing to drink a cup of yogurt on the plane.
Qi Helian, being the good man he was, arranged a car for her, which took her straight to Ji Chicheng's residence in N city.
The quiet, simple house with its own courtyard was covered in thick snow, with a path leading to the entrance where a series of footprints were clearly visible.
Those must be Uncle's footprints!
Ji Anning, excited, grasped the cold iron gate and looked around inside for a while before she called out, "Uncle."
