Feeling frustrated for half a day, it turned out she was the one who had spread the news. Ji Anning frowned, feeling a bit of anger rising, "You really are…"
But as the words of blame reached her lips, she thought better of it and swallowed them back down.
After all, the news had already been disseminated, what had happened had happened, and blaming her now was of no use.
Moreover, her intention was still to look out for her well-being.
With these thoughts, Ji Anning lowered her head and sighed softly, her eyebrows still knitted with melancholy.
Yang Danning had noticed her momentary flare-up of anger, even if she hadn't shown it. After so many years of friendship, of course, she knew what Ji Anning was thinking and worrying about.
