"It should have been a hit, just dodging the important parts,"
He didn't make a sound, and Xiang Yiqing added, "Also, on your face, try to show a bit of a smile. As the saying goes, 'A man who smiles doesn't get hit.'
Ji Chicheng felt that Xiang Yiqing's every word and phrase targeted his current symptoms, but his pride naturally wouldn't allow him to admit it.
He hung up the phone impatiently, without even saying goodbye.
His raging fury was doused by Xiang Yiqing's call.
He sat down on the sofa, leaning forward, and frowned as he deeply contemplated what Xiang Yiqing had just told him. He was half-convinced.
But undeniably, it had struck a chord with him.
…
That urge from earlier, Ji Anning now felt sorry for it, because she didn't know what Ji Chicheng would do to her, how he would punish her.
