The assistant walked up behind her with a smile and reached out to help her with the dress, "Let me help you button this up."
"Sure."
Yang Danning followed the assistant into the changing room. Once the door to the changing room was shut, Ji Chicheng shifted his gaze to Ji Anning.
When their eyes met, Ji Anning's face turned cold, and she indifferently moved her gaze away.
"Weren't you just staring at me?"
Ji Chicheng took long strides toward Ji Anning and looked down at her with lowered eyes.
Ji Anning kept her head down and refused to look at him, speaking coldly, "Between us, let's not have any interaction."
Her voice was very soft, very soft.
Ji Chicheng didn't care about her attitude at all and smiled with a raised eyebrow, "Is it very difficult, very conflicted, very hard to accept?"
Yes, he knew everything—her current mood, her feelings—but the more he knew, the more he wanted to torment her, right?
