"I don't know," Ji Chicheng's response was blunt, firm, and without any sign of hesitation or guilt.
"Ji Chicheng, you actually say you don't know."
Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and the person who pushed the door stormed towards Ji Chicheng with an angry, slim figure.
She looked as though she wanted to tear him apart.
The fiery red trench coat she wore only accentuated her fury.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Ji Chicheng was not surprised at all; he calmly set down his cutlery, picked up the napkin, and elegantly wiped the corners of his mouth.
However, Lisa, standing behind her, was somewhat anxious, unsure of what Yang Danning, with her fierce demeanor, intended to do.
