Ji Anning felt a bit uncomfortable being so close to Ji Jingfeng, but she knew he was putting on a show for their mother. She lowered her head, awkwardly fumbling.
"An'an."
Ji Jingfeng suddenly called her, and she instinctively looked up at him.
Before Ji Jingfeng could speak, she suddenly felt a gaze from upstairs watching them. She swiftly looked in that direction.
Catching just a glimpse of a man's retreating profile, her heart uncontrollably felt pulled even more uncomfortably away from Ji Jingfeng's embrace.
"I'm going upstairs to change, I have a class this morning."
Ji Anning found an excuse and pushed away from Ji Jingfeng.
"The child is shy again."
Yang Yufang saw Ji Anning lower her head and leave, thinking she was shy, her mood visibly brightened.
