Even After My Death

Chapter 53: Chapter 48: Entrusting Xingzhou to Your Care Chapter 53: Chapter 48: Entrusting Xingzhou to Your Care Qi Chen’s pleading eyes turned towards Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning, too, was somewhat caught off guard by this situation.

She had only just called for Qi Xingzhou to come down to play, and he had barely gotten out of the car for two minutes before she now had to ask him to go back…

This would be fine with a normal person, but when it came to Qi Xingzhou, it felt suspiciously like bullying a child.

Just as Jiang Ning was about to speak, Qi Xingzhou reached out first and grabbed the corner of Jiang Ning’s clothes, expressing concisely, “Play.”

He stood tall, a full head taller than Jiang Ning.

With his long legs and tall stature, even his hands were larger. The thin hem of Jiang Ning’s clothes was held in his grasp, and it felt like he was holding the skirt of a doll.

Qi Chen had previously learned from Ji Shuang that his younger brother would speak in Jiang Ning’s presence, but knowing it was one thing, and hearing it with his own ears was another!

It had been a long time since Qi Chen had heard his younger brother speak!

Chen’s gaze towards Jiang Ning immediately began to look

stepped forward and suddenly pulled out his phone, asking solemnly, “Jiang Ning,

god knows how many people wanted to cling to Qi Chen’s coattails, hoping

once that the Qi family members

the Huo family, it hadn’t been long before she found herself

took out her phone and

moment the friend request was accepted, a huge sum of money appeared in the chat box, a string of

“May I entrust Xingzhou to your care for a while? This

Jiang Ning: “…”

take money would be foolish; after all, who

Jiang Ning and Qi Xingzhou stood in the parking lot, watching Qi Chen leave in his

let it fall upon Qi Xingzhou. She looked at him as though seeing a golden bun and cheerfully asked, “Young master, where

gaze return to him, Qi Xingzhou did not let go of

was not in a position to respond

world. Since childhood, he could count the number of times he’d left the house on his fingers, and his understanding of society