She shuddered in fright, her clenching jaw and the anger on her face had not yet receded.
Ji Chicheng caught every bit of it, his lips slightly curved as he subtly masked the little surprise he felt upon seeing Ji Anning.
The shirt on his body was just put on and he hadn't yet fastened the buttons, exposing his robust chest blatantly to Ji Anning's view.
Caught off guard, she opened her mouth wide and stared, dumbfounded.
Only then did Ji Chicheng remember that he hadn't buttoned up his shirt. He looked down briefly and then at Ji Anning's face, gradually flushing, a cunning and gentle smile spread slowly in his deep black eyes.
He then reached out, his attractive fingers picking the lowest button and fastened it leisurely.
"Uncle."
Ji Anning snapped back to reality, her face reddened all the way to her neck, quickly lowering her head.
'Hmm'.
The faint response came from above; she hurriedly stated her purpose, "There's a parcel downstairs from the M country. Is it yours?"
