Yang Danning pursed her lips and didn't deny it. She said, "The last time I saw him was last year when I went to the States, and I didn't even have a meal with him."
Her eyes shone with excitement, and the car sped along, not hiding her admiration for Ji Chicheng for a second, demonstrating her impatience at that very moment.
Ji Anning stared at her, was lost in thought for a moment, then jokingly asked, "Yang Danning, are you trying to become my elder?"
'Humph,' Yang Danning pouted and humphed, "If I become your elder, it will be good for you. Ji Xiangting and Ji Ruoqian wouldn't dare to bully you anymore."
Ji Anning smiled upon hearing this, not responding. She turned to look out of the window. It was already autumn; the tall plane trees were turning yellow, some of their leaves already falling.
Dancing chaotically under the wheels of cars as they hit the ground.
A faded gleam fell into her bright, dark eyes, and her lips held a light smile.
