Ji Anning was afraid that because of Qi Helian's presence in the news, she stood firm on her feet and took two steps back, smiling slightly at Qi Helian and said, "Mr. Qi, you go ahead with your business, it's suffocating here, I'm going out for some fresh air."
After she finished, she nodded slightly to Qi Helian, and as she bowed her head, the hair pinned behind her ear cascaded down, like fine satin. Instinctively, she reached out to brush it aside.
Her pale little hand, and her delicate wrist, were pitifully frail.
No wonder Ji Chicheng was moved by this little sight. It really made one wonder if Ji Jingfeng, that fool, was blind.
No, why was he so angry with Ji Jingfeng?
Qi Helian snapped out of it, quickly stopped his train of thought, shook his head to clear the various inexplicable musings from his mind.
Seeing Ji Anning turn to leave, he followed her and asked, "Where are you going looking like that?"
