"Hmm," Ji Chicheng nodded, then sized up Ji Anning once again and said calmly, "You've also become craftier than before."
...
Wasn't he supposed to compliment her by saying she looked prettier than before at this time?
Ha! When had she ever heard Ji Chicheng praise anyone?
Speaking of being crafty, Ji Anning started to feel guilty. Sometimes, she couldn't stand being bullied by those spoiled girls, and when no one was around, she would pull small tricks on them just like she did earlier.
But this fellow often caught her in the act. He was like a ghost, always appearing suddenly when you least expected him.
He wouldn't tattle, but he would make you feel nervous for a moment.
But that didn't mean he would never tattle, Ji Anning thought, and gave Ji Chicheng a forced laugh with a pleading look, "Hehe..."
She thought he would turn around and leave, but unexpectedly, he glanced at her again with a measuring look, "Your taste in clothes has improved too."
Ji Anning: "..."
Damn, is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?
But should she feel honored? The aloof and unapproachable uncle was actually paying attention to her fashion sense...
She looked down at the dress she was wearing — Chanel, expensive, so naturally, her taste had improved.
Ji Anning silently scoffed to herself and when she looked up again, the man's figure had disappeared.
She stuck out her tongue and quickly headed upstairs.
In the dining room.
"Chengcheng, come sit over here."
The moment Ji Chicheng entered, the old man, who had a stern expression previously, suddenly lit up with a smile, waved at him, and pulled out the chair next to him.
His affection and partiality towards this younger son were always so open, unashamed before anyone.
Everyone had gotten used to it.
Ji Chicheng returned the smile to the old man. Under everyone's complex gaze, he walked straight to the spot the old man had prepared for him and sat down.
Once he sat down, the old man pushed the glass of milk in front of him closer, "Chengcheng, try the milk and see if it's cold, if it is, I'll have the kitchen warm it up for you."
There is a song called "My Eyes Adore You," and at that moment, the old man's eyes held only his younger son, neglecting all his other descendants at the dining table as if they were non-existent.
The old man was exceptionally pleasant and amiable at the dining table.
So, this breakfast was more relaxed and joyful than it had been for a long time, and everyone knew to credit Ji Chicheng, the old man's favored younger son, for that.
...
After going upstairs, Ji Anning took another shower, removed her pricey dress, and changed into a simple T-shirt and jeans ensemble, with her long hair pulled up in a high bun, revealing her fair neck, giving her a vibrant look.
She also felt much fresher.