On her feet, indeed, ointment and gauze had been applied. Ji Zhengdao took a careful look and his tone softened, "I will have Doctor Zhang come later to check on you."
"Hmm." Anning nodded slightly, her hands on her legs, clenched into fists.
"Your wedding with Jingfeng shall be held next month."
Just a second ago, Anning had been basking in Ji Zhengdao's concern, secretly pleased in her heart.
The next second, his words struck her like a hammer, hitting her hard.
She raised her small face, looking at him in shock, "This... this soon!"
Last time, he had mentioned hurrying their wedding, but she hadn't expected it to be this soon.
Next month... It's already mid-month, so there's at most a month and a half left.
Anning thought about it, suddenly feeling the urge to shout that she didn't like Ji Jingfeng, and Ji Jingfeng didn't like her either.
But if she really had that courage, she surely wouldn't be at the Ji Family anymore.
