Ji Chicheng's face revealed an injured expression Ji Anning had never seen before, but he still didn't believe her reasons.
He didn't want to believe them.
"I will definitely investigate thoroughly."
He released Ji Anning's hand, turned around, and his tall figure desolately disappeared from Ji Anning's sight.
'Crying proves you are weak...'
The words he had once said to her when they were younger echoed in her ears again.
But how could she show weakness now? She was supposed to be cold-blooded, cruel, and merciless.
Ji Anning gently closed her eyes, squeezed the tears out, dried them, and after recomposing herself, she reappeared before everyone.
The living room was bustling.
"Anning, are you feeling better?"
As soon as Ji Anning came downstairs, the old master looked at her with concern and asked.
Ji Anning smiled faintly and shook her head, "It's nothing, just the thing that Fourth Aunt gave me looked too disgusting."
