After more than two years of running as an extra, she had learned a bit of acting.
Ji Chicheng lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand that Ji Anning was grasping, and a trace of a smile flashed through the depths of his dark pupils, uncontrollable.
The originally taut handsome face also relaxed slightly.
But his voice was still cold, "Grandpa will be happy, the Ji Family is about to have a big star."
"I really know I'm wrong." Ji Anning didn't care about Ji Chicheng's mocking, all she was thinking about now was how to shut him up, apologizing while crying her eyes out.
Although she knew that seeking sympathy in front of the proud and arrogant third son of the Ji Family was ridiculous.
But now, aside from seeking sympathy, she was out of options.
"Crying for what?" Ji Chicheng frowned, looking at Ji Anning's tear-streaked little face with rain-like tears.
So pitiful and lovely.
His other hand, tucked in his pocket, trembled lightly.
