The tall silhouette of the man was already in front of her. She glanced around before she finally looked at Ji Chicheng, lowered her voice, and reminded him, "This is a school."
She stepped back, still giving Ji Chicheng the impression that she was desperately trying to avoid him.
Ji Chicheng was annoyed and closed in step by step, "Do you think I'm afraid?"
Ji Anning felt that their "you step back, I step forward" was attracting even more attention, so she simply stopped.
"Uncle, what exactly do you want?"
This call of "uncle" expressed the mutual helplessness in their hearts.
The hand Ji Chicheng had been pounding on his thigh clenched into a fist and then released, repeatedly, before he struggled to speak, "If you move in and live with me, I'll buy you all the latest dresses that they will never be able to get. You can go wherever you want, and every week, I will take you to see your parents."
These were words that had been repressed at the bottom of his heart.
