"You..." Ji Anning frowned, turned her head, and glared at Ji Chicheng. Before she could voice her angry words, his lips had pressed against hers.
She stared, dumbfounded, for a second.
As she came to her senses and was about to push Ji Chicheng away, he withdrew first.
While her heart was about to explode with tension, he licked his lips, seemingly longing for more, yet so composed.
"This is at home, if you do this again, I will ignore you." Ji Anning, pointing at Ji Chicheng, gave him a humming warning, then entered her room, immediately shut the door, and locked it.
She leaned against the door and exhaled a long breath.
At this rate, he would eventually drive her to a heart attack.
"Dad, Chicheng has come. You really should say something fair, Ruoqian's face is almost ruined."
Just as Ji Chicheng stepped into the dining room, Lin Yanqin pointed at Ji Ruoqian's face and pleaded with the old man for justice.
