A pair of small hands rested at the sides, clenching tightly into fists, barely able to contain the frustration anymore.
"It’s too stuffy in here, I need to go out for a walk."
She’d been holding out for so long, Ji Anning finally tilted her head slightly upward, opened her mouth, took a breath, and suppressed the annoyance welling up inside her heart.
With that, she rose to her feet, walking heavily towards the door.
"Anning."
Ji Anning had just walked past Ji Chicheng when he called out to her.
She paused, adjusted her emotions and expression, then, with a faint smile, she turned her head and looked at the man’s solitary and handso face, "Uncle Ji, is there sothing you need?"
Ji Chicheng spoke indifferently, "Wait for a mont for , later I want you to check whether Danning’s and my outfits go well together."
Upon hearing this, Yang Danning imdiately chid in, "Yeah, just wait a bit and give us so advice, and take a few photos for us too."
Saying so, she pushed Ji Chicheng towards the dressing room, "Chicheng, go quickly, I’ll have them bring out your outfit."
Ji Anning put her hands behind her legs, fists clenched, her body trembling.
After Yang Danning pushed Ji Chicheng into the dressing room, she turned back to the sofa, grabbed her purse, took out her phone, and walked up to Ji Anning, "In a bit, help us take a few pictures, I just can’t wait to show off with your Uncle Ji."
She was a bit embarrassed, speaking to Ji Anning in a lowered voice.
Ji Anning couldn’t find a single reason to refuse and nodded with a smile, "Sure."
Her throat felt glued together, and the word ’sure’ ca out hoarse and gravelly, heavy with helplessness.
Taking the phone from Yang Danning, Ji Anning went back to sit on the sofa.
Sitting on pins and needles, her heart was an indescribable ss, but all she wanted was to leave this place as soon as possible.
Yang Danning stood again in front of the mirror, twisting her body, trying various poses, occasionally fussing with her long hair, seeking her most beautiful angle to present in front of Ji Chicheng.
Both harboring their own thoughts, yet similarly anxious, eagerly anticipating the man in the dressing room to co out soon.
"So handso."
Finally, the door to the dressing room opened; the first to erge was a young assistant designer who couldn’t help but complint. The young girl, seeing Ji Chicheng, had hearts in her eyes and blush on her cheeks.
Perhaps because she hadn’t seen him in a suit since his return, the common black suit and white shirt ensemble dazzled her, capturing her admiration uncontrollably.
Ji Anning watched the man who walked leisurely toward Yang Danning; his nobility, elegance, and rebelliousness culminated in a charm that one simply couldn’t ignore at this very mont.
His expression remained detached, looking down upon everyone with an air of kingship.
Even Yang Danning, spoiled with every affection, couldn’t help but look up at him with adoration gleaming in her eyes, consud by infatuation, "Chicheng, how can you be so handso? I can hardly contain myself."
All her self-restraint had disappeared; at this mont, she just wanted to possess him.
Ji Chicheng curved his lips slightly, extending a large hand to Yang Danning’s back, feigning affection with a pat.
"Miss Yang, the strap at the back of your dress has co undone."
The assistant designer standing beside Yang Danning suddenly pointed out while looking at her back.
"Ah..."
Upon hearing her dress strap was loose, Yang Danning instinctively hugged her chest, then, looking up at Ji Chicheng, she smiled sheepishly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassnt.
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