Fenfen was also wearing the sa skirt as them, darting back and forth among them, having a great ti.
Ji Chicheng caught sight of the little girl’s tiny figure and nodded with a doting smile, "Not bad at dancing."
Ji Anning rolled her eyes at him, "Blindly doting. Her dancing is terrible, ruining the entire effect. What’s good about it?"
Though she also felt it was great, she just wanted to oppose him.
Ji Chicheng said, "Take more videos, show them to when you get ho."
Ji Anning nodded, "Sure, bring money to buy it, one million per view."
Ji Chicheng frowned, "More expensive than you?"
Seriously inappropriate!
Ji Anning blushed, glaring at the handso face of the man in the video, gritting her teeth to warn him, "Be serious, I’m at the base for cultivating the flowers of the motherland."
"Again video calling Teacher Ji from your household, absence makes the heart grow fonder?"
Jin Yuanyuan’s busy figure passed by behind Ji Anning, teasing with a smile, and before the words were finished, she had gone far away.
"Alright, I won’t talk to you, I need to get busy."
As this event ended, there were more programs to co, and there were guests to entertain watching the performance. It was very hectic at the mont. Ji Anning hurriedly greeted Ji Chicheng and then hung up the video call.
"Ji..."
Ji Chicheng was staring at the video, hadn’t even finished calling Anning’s na before the video was cut off, he furrowed his brows.
Yet he wasn’t upset, just about to set the tablet down when Ji Anning suddenly sent a WeChat ssage.
It was the little video of Fenfen and the others dancing, the little girl actively mingling among a group of big friends.
Her small deanor was truly heart-wrenching.
"Mr. Ji."
He was so engrossed that he didn’t even notice soone had co in.
And it was soone he really didn’t want to see.
Ji Chicheng closed the video, locked the tablet screen, and looked up coldly at the woman who was already by his side, "Miss Korea, don’t you even have the basic courtesy to knock when entering soone else’s room?"
With a sarcastic remark, he grasped the arms of the chair, stood up abruptly, and walked towards the bedroom door.
Korea followed behind Ji Chicheng, unaffected by his cold deanor, explaining calmly, "Your door was open, I did knock, you didn’t hear."
Entering the room without the owner’s permission and yet so righteously justified.
Her personality really resembled that old man Charles in so aspects.
Ji Chicheng ignored Korea, angrily shouted towards the door, "Chen Xiang!"
Chen Xiang had just left his room earlier, he wanted to ask why he didn’t close the door.
He called out once, no one responded, Korea smiled and told him, "I just saw your assistant go downstairs."
After saying this, without waiting for any reaction from Ji Chicheng, she imdiately added, "I’m just here to chat with Mr. Ji, why such a big reaction?"
As she spoke, she moved around to face Ji Chicheng, arms crossed, her deep blue eyes excessively admiring Ji Chicheng’s handso face.
A seemingly smiling gaze mixed with a touch of mockery.
Ji Chicheng’s face darkened, a trace of hostility flashed through his gloomy black eyes, he reached out, grabbing Korea’s neck, fiercely warning her, "Korea, I warn you, don’t hover under my nose, or I can’t guarantee whether I’ll lay a hand on you."
This was just a warning for her, after speaking he pushed her away forcefully.
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