A familiar voice, laden with sarcasm, came from behind her. Ji Anning's sobbing abruptly stopped, and she paused, hastily wiping away her tears with her sleeve.
With red-rimmed eyes, she emerged from behind the large tree, her face cold, brushing past the person approaching her.
Having just thrown a tantrum at Ji Chicheng, she was now exhausted. She didn't even want to speak, let alone engage in a verbal battle.
"Ji Anning, stop right there!"
Seeing that Ji Anning was ignoring her, Ji Xiangting quickly stepped in front of her and asked with a frown of dissatisfaction, "Why are you crying here?"
Ji Anning gave her a sidelong glance, her eyebrows raised coldly, "Big sister, do I not even have the freedom to cry now?"
Truth be told, she was feeling guilty. Why was she crying here? This was the teachers' apartment complex, after all.
