Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows, his tone once again returning to its usual indifference, "Do you have any objections?"
Ji Anning shook her head, "No... no objections."
Damn, she wouldn't dare have any.
It was truly a moment of mental short-circuit that had sparked her curiosity about his affairs.
Ji Anning didn't speak again, and as her silence endured, the atmosphere in the car settled into a lull.
The Ji Family's home was still far away, one located in the east of the city and the other in the south.
Ji Anning, groggy again, began dozing off. Ji Chicheng glanced at her from the corner of his eye and then he reached out to turn on the radio.
Is it that you don't understand ruthless love,
If feelings weren't wasted without reason
Even if we never meet again
Some hatred can be crushing, spreading ashes without regret
Give me ten thousand years, a year or two—it doesn't matter anyway
Some love, you can never escape the inescapable net of Heaven