Ji Anning's anxious heart had risen to her throat. She raised her head, her eyes trembling as she looked at Ji Chicheng, "Ji... Teacher Ji."
Ah... This guy, to brazenly, in the school and in front of her classmates at that, give her food.
The aloof Young Master Ji bringing his niece-in-law breakfast, what would people think? What would they think?
"Teacher Ji?" Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow, a dangerous glint passing through his shrewd eyes.
It was as if he was telling her: I'm giving you one more chance.
Ji Anning immediately corrected herself, "Uncle, I've already eaten."
Ji Chicheng frowned slightly, his expression then eased a bit, and he said indifferently, "The old master asked me to bring it along."
"Oh!"
With that explanation, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief. She slowly reached out to take the lunch bag from Ji Chicheng's hand.
