The knocking sound came again, and Ji Chicheng cursed irritably in his heart. He turned his head towards the door and growled coldly, "Get lost!"
"Chicheng, is that you?"
It was Qi Helian's voice.
Ji Chicheng's expression darkened even more, as he lifted his foot and prepared to go open the door.
"Uncle, don't let the media in."
Ji Chicheng had just stepped out when suddenly Ji Anning's pleading voice came from behind him. His body stiffened, and his fists clenched at his sides.
After a moment of restrained endurance, he couldn't suppress the impulse. He turned around, and to the girl lying on the windowsill, looking at him with pleading eyes, he said with a mocking smile, "Do you care that much about being Mrs. Ji of the Ji family?"
That mocking smile, sharp as a needle, pierced deeply into Ji Anning's heart. She opened her mouth, "I..."
But the man had already turned away with a cold indifference, his steps heavy as he walked toward the door without looking back.