Ji Chicheng was the old man's favorite, and he had, in a way, just taken their side. It would certainly be beneficial to ingratiate himself with him and foster a good relationship.
"Uh..." Anning's little heart fluttered as she turned her gaze toward the man beside the old man, gracefully sipping his milk.
His pale hand, long fingers, holding a transparent glass of milk, even the light reflecting off his smooth, rosy nails was elegant.
The rim of the glass was already at his lips, and as Anning's gaze met his, the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted.
Intriguing.
This made Anning very uneasy. She clenched the straps of her bag, just about to call out "Uncle", when the man's gaze suddenly shifted toward hers. With a smile on his face, he said softly, "We already said hi, just now at the stairwell..."
Stairwell... Hearing those words, Anning's little heart hung in suspense, and she quickly interrupted him, "Uncle just complimented me a moment ago, saying I've grown taller."
