"Anning, from now on you'll have to call me Auntie," Yang Danning suddenly whispered into Ji Anning's ear.
While chewing on that piece of green vegetable, Ji Anning was lost in thought. Startled by Yang Danning's sudden proximity, she instinctively turned her head and asked, "Shouldn't I call you Little Aunt instead?"
Instantly, the entire dining room atmosphere fell silent...
Ji Anning wished she could bite her tongue off; she lowered her head... and lowered... and lowered it further...
Her head was almost buried underneath the table.
All eyes, except for hers, turned toward Ji Chicheng. Even though everyone understood the old patriarch's intentions, they were still in the dark about his stance. Now that Anning had pierced through that paper window, everyone was curious to see his reaction for themselves.
Ji Chicheng's deep black eyes were fixed on Ji Anning, their icy gaze enough to send shivers down one's spine.
