Ji Chicheng stared with wide eyes, somewhat incredulous.
The cowardly girl who only dared to make small moves behind his back had actually dared to smash his car in front of him.
Ji Anning, seeing the shattered glass, was also shocked. Her heart raced with panic, for that was a Maserati worth millions.
She quickly turned her head, avoiding Ji Chicheng's gaze.
Impulse truly is the devil...
Seeing her fear, the man in the car couldn't help but laugh coldly. He started the car and slowly drove up beside Ji Anning.
Ji Anning now regretted her actions too late, fearful and unable to face him. When Ji Chicheng rolled down the car window, she almost instinctively turned around, facing away from him.
What should I do? What should I do?
Ji Anning, have you lost your mind? How could you stone Ji Chicheng's car? Now you're doomed.
Ji Chicheng frowned and stared at Ji Anning for a while, guessing her emotions at that moment. Then he curved his lips, a cunning glint hidden in his eyes.