She had a premonition that this guy had definitely been standing there for a while and had seen everything that just happened between her and Ji Ruoqian.
But based on her understanding of him, he could be described in one word, absolutely wouldn't add an extra word, the kind of person who wouldn't bend over to stabilize a fallen oil bottle at home—so he wouldn't expose the truth to everyone.
"Just now…"
Ji Anning, with a sliver of hope, ran upstairs, when suddenly a man's voice, neither cold nor warm, leisurely spoke and paused after just two words.
Just now? Ji Anning's eyes widened, her heart 'thumped' with nervousness, her fists clenched tightly.
"How's your knee?" the man's voice came from behind again.
Ji Anning was taken aback; this guy had indeed seen the scene just now. They had grown up together and she had never seen him show concern for anyone.
Not to mention concern for her. Their interactions had always been about him demeaning and mocking her.
This was his indirect way of telling her he had seen everything.
As Ji Anning anxiously pondered how to respond to the man behind her, his voice leisurely rose again, "It was the right foot just now, right?"
"..." Ji Anning inhaled sharply.
She knew it, he had seen everything. He had been standing up there for a long time, this treacherous guy.
Ji Anning gritted her teeth, turned around, and with a faint smile looked at Ji Chicheng, "What is uncle talking about?"
Now, whether he had seen it or not, she couldn't admit to it.
She had to play dumb.
"From that angle, I saw that it was your right foot that tripped…" Ji Chicheng lazily leaned on the staircase handrail, one hand in the pocket of his pajama pants, the other hand pointing towards the marble pillar to the right of the second-floor stairway entrance, his expressionless face watching Ji Anning's right foot, speaking at a pace that could compete with a sloth's.
It gave Ji Anning the impression he was doing it on purpose.
She knew he was doing it on purpose.
Hearing him about to reveal the truth about her and Ji Ruoqian just now, she hastily interrupted, "Uncle, you should hurry to have breakfast so that grandfather doesn't wait too long."
"Oh!" Ji Chicheng seemed easy to talk to, he nodded his head, then turned around, sluggishly heading to the dining room.
His feet, clad in white slippers, were so lazy he didn't want to lift them, dragging them along the ground.
He entered the dining room; he wouldn't go and tell grandfather, would he?
Seeing how amiable Ji Chicheng was, Ji Anning felt a bit uncertain. Logically, he was the type not to help even if an oil bottle tipped over, but now he had deliberately brought it up… This was abnormal.
The more Ji Anning thought about it, the less confident she felt. As Ji Chicheng turned the corner to enter the dining room, she called out nervously, "Uncle…"
Ji Chicheng stopped in his tracks, leisurely turned around, and looked at her, "What?"
"Three years no see, uncle, you've gotten even more handsome." Ji Anning grinned, her smile very... sycophantic, the objective quite obvious.
It's always good to say nice things.