She had been in this family for over a decade and had gotten used to the exclusion and cold stares from the true masters of the house, becoming impervious to them.
Except for that arrogant uncle, Ji Chicheng.
Yet she knew that Yang Yufang had still not gotten used to it, despite having been in the family for several more years than her.
It might have been because she was too lacking in ambition and ideals.
In this family, she existed like a walking corpse.
"Anning, your great aunt isn't wrong, don't come back this late in the future," he said.
The old man appeared at the staircase entrance unexpectedly.
The sudden voice startled both Ji Anning and Yang Yufang as they turned their gazes toward him, Ji Zhengdao.
Dressed in a dark grey nightgown with his hands clasped behind his back, the old man's turbid yet shrewd eyes slightly drooped as he watched Ji Anning and Yang Yufang.
His presence alone commanded authority.
