How could he be so shamelessly assertive?
Ji Anning was inwardly cursing Ji Chicheng when his voice suddenly rang out again, "Every time you saw me in the past, you turned and walked away. Did you really not want to see me?"
Ji Anning looked up in surprise at him.
His expression had regained its usual indifference, and his deep, dark eyes firmly fixed on her, trapping her heart with nowhere to escape.
She gently shook her head, "No."
It wasn't that she didn't want to see him; it was that she dared not, fearing she would fall even deeper, or that it wasn't allowed, for fear of ethical condemnation.
She lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers.
Ji Chicheng nodded emotionlessly and let out an 'Oh.'
Then he told Ji Anning, "Go open the door and call them in."
Ji Anning, obediently nodding, turned to open the door, while the man behind her, watching her petite figure, let the smile hidden in the depths of his eyes gradually surface.
