But she didn't want to tell the truth, nor did she want to force her.
"I'll take you back," Yang Danning said, taking hold of Ji Anning's hand.
Before they had taken a step, Ji Chicheng, who had been silently standing by without saying a word, spoke up, "It's too late. You go back. I'll take her with me."
As he spoke, his tall figure had already arrived in front of Ji Anning.
Accustomed to being aloof, anyone who made eye contact with him felt a sense of being looked down upon, as if by a king, an aura that made it difficult to argue.
Out of instinct, Yang Danning let go of Ji Anning's hand, paused for a moment, then when she realized what was happening, a look of joy flashed in her eyes.
She thought Ji Chicheng was showing concern for her.
