Master Qi, You've Attached Yourself to a Big Shot

Song Jianyi hummed in dissatisfaction, "That's not necessarily true. After all, there's still a 50% uncertainty factor!"

The uncertainty factor she mentioned was the child's biological father!

However, after Qi Yu gave her a meaningful look and nodded, he said, "Hmm, it's indeed difficult to control."

"..." What does that mean?

Why does it feel like he's talking about her?

Song Jianyi pursed her lips and nudged the large cardboard box on the table with her chin, smiling, "Master Qi, it's getting late. Please start your practice!"

The corners of Qi Yu's lips slightly curved, meeting the flicker of cunning in the woman's eyes.

This mischievous girl always managed to surprise him every minute.

But he wasn't annoyed.

Although everyone in the industry knew that Qi Yu disliked being called cute and despised having his childhood photos shown to him, Song Jianyi was the first person to do it.

And she was the boldest of them all.

He chuckled.