The handso face had less of its usual authority and more of an elder’s kindness.
His gaze first fell on Ji Chicheng, but Ji Chicheng kept a cold face, with no change in the usual attitude toward him, even more... ruthless.
Perhaps it was because he had heard about his mother.
Charles opened his mouth but finally shifted his gaze to Ji Anning, advising, "Niannian, go upstairs, take a bath, change your clothes. I’ll introduce you to so people."
"Oh." Ji Anning nodded almost instinctively.
Like an obedient child.
Charles’ lips turned up slightly, and Ji Anning followed with a slight curl of her lips.
She seed quite saintly, this old man had once forced her with her uncle, even injured her aunt’s feet, and didn’t let her et her uncle for more than two months.
Domineering, selfish.
Yet now she even felt sympathy for him, even pitied him, really deserving to be mistreated.
"I’ll go over first."
Charles called out again to Ji Anning, and when he withdrew his gaze, he glanced over at Ji Chicheng’s face.
Then he raised his feet and walked toward the front door.
Hands tucked into the pockets of his suit pants, his upright posture, how could he look like he was fifty, no one would doubt if you said he was forty.
Once Charles walked out of the living room, Ji Anning reached out to hold Ji Chicheng’s arm, asking him, "Uncle, should we go over?"
Ji Chicheng glanced at her with a blank expression, "Didn’t you promise to go take a bath, change clothes, and then attend that boring birthday party to stand out in front of everyone?"
To stand out...
Those words really made people uncomfortable, Ji Anning frowned and pouted, "You make it sound like I love being in the lilight."
She released Ji Chicheng’s arm in a huff, not looking at him, "The only reason I agreed is because he’s your biological father, but honestly I really dislike him."
Speaking of that old man’s misdeeds, there’s countless, but they can’t outweigh the blood relation of being her uncle’s biological father.
And she felt that now in this world, there are fewer people who love them.
If there’s one, then cherish that one.
Ji Chicheng didn’t say anything, seemingly still angry that she paid attention to Charles, agreed with Charles, Ji Anning glanced at him from the corner of her eye, eventually couldn’t win over him, reached out again to hold his arm and acted coyly, "Let’s just go and show our faces, he does look a bit pitiful."
As she spoke, she shook Ji Chicheng.
Finally, Ji Chicheng was swayed by her, turned his head, and looked her up and down, raised an eyebrow, "With how you look, shouldn’t you freshen up first?"
Was that agreent?
Ji Anning realized, nodded happily, "Alright, I’ll go upstairs to take a bath."
She imdiately got up and headed towards the stairs.
She had lived in Charles’ house for more than three years, familiar with every nook and cranny, her steps light, her small body active.
She went upstairs, headed straight to her room, when she reached the door, she reached out to open it, but found it locked.
"What’s wrong?"
Ji Chicheng followed unhurriedly behind Ji Anning when he saw her frowning in frustration because she couldn’t open the door, he quickened his pace and walked to her side.
Ji Anning pointed to her room door and said to Ji Chicheng, "My room is locked."
"This is your room?" Ji Chicheng was a bit surprised, he said, "In this house, I’ve been in every room except this one, the door has always been locked."
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