As she spoke, she immediately lifted her foot and walked towards the opposite side of the road, not looking back.
"Anning..."
Yang Danning called Ji Anning's name, seeing her steps so resolute, she felt troubled, wanted to follow, but couldn't bear to leave Ji Chicheng.
It was rare for him to take the initiative to invite her to dinner.
"What's with this darn girl." Yang Danning withdrew her gaze from Ji Anning and muttered discontentedly.
"She's probably still angry," he said.
Ji Chicheng watched Ji Anning's retreating figure get farther and farther, his lips curling in helplessness.
"Huh?"
The road was bustling with car traffic, making it quite noisy; Yang Danning did not hear clearly what Ji Chicheng said and turned her head, puzzled, to look at him.
Ji Chicheng moved his gaze unhurriedly to Yang Danning, skipping her question, "If you want to eat together, then come up."
