He shook his head with amusement and turned to walk towards the stairs.
"Mmm."
Facing Yang Danning's enthusiasm, Ji Chicheng quietly responded with a sound, changed his shoes, and then lifted his eyelids to look at Ji Anning who had already stepped onto the stairs.
Recalling something, his sensual lips curled into a cool arch.
Danger flickered in his dark, ominous eyes.
...
The Ji Family had strict household rules, and for dinner, all members who were at home, barring special circumstances, had to sit down and eat together.
A table full, with the old patriarch at the head, everyone began to pick up their chopsticks and eat.
As usual with seating arrangements, Lin Yanqin and her daughters sat in one row, while Ji Anning and Yang Yufang sat in another.
Now that Ji Chicheng was back, he sat opposite Ji Anning and next to the old patriarch.
"Why hasn't Jingfeng come back yet?" Holding his chopsticks, the old patriarch glanced at Ji Anning's side and asked in a deep voice.
