She called out, but Yang Danning ignored her and turned to disappear at the staircase, she looked down at the thermos in her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then lifted her foot, intending to catch up.
Suddenly, her wrist was caught by a large hand, she was startled and turned her head.
The man's somber dark eyes fixated on her, deep and unfathomable. His handsome face seemed covered with a layer of frost, and the chilling aura froze Ji Anning's breath.
The surrounding air seemed frozen as well,
She opened her mouth, staring at him with a shocked expression, wanting to ask what he was doing, but her throat felt as if it was gripped by his large hand, making no sound.
"Chicheng, I'm heading back first, take care of yourself."
The woman who had just opened the door, seeing this scene, smiled seductively at Ji Chicheng and nodded politely at Ji Anning.
Then she left with seductive steps.
