A younger brother? Where did he get a younger brother?
Anning was montarily confused and looked up at Chicheng with a puzzled face, "Uncle, where did you get a younger brother?"
She had been with the Ji Family for so long and knew about any relatives they had; he was the youngest among them and his cousins.
"I will introduce you soti."
Chicheng replied to Anning expressionlessly, his face remaining stoic.
Then he tightened his arm and effortlessly lifted her up, walked over to the car, opened the door, and stuffed her inside.
The actions were fluid and so swift that Anning couldn’t even react.
With a ’slam’, the car door closed with evident emotion. Anning looked forward as Chicheng walked around from the front of the car to the driver’s side, got in, and shut the door.
He started the car while buckling his seatbelt.
The safety belt alarm kept reminding as it was unfastened, prompting Anning to hurriedly buckle up. As she did so, Chicheng glanced at his watch and suddenly said, "Anning, from the mont you appeared in front of , it has been exactly 35 minutes and 47 seconds."
Turning his head to look at her, he continued, "That ans you made wait for you for 35 minutes and 47 seconds."
Over thirty-five minutes... Was it really that long? Anning frowned skeptically. She had only changed her clothes, then went downstairs, and then...
Chatted with the doctor for a mont and walked over here!
After calculating, it seed it indeed took that long.
Anning had a retort at the tip of her tongue but swallowed it back and lowered her head in silence.
Grinding his teeth, Chicheng continued, "You are also the first one who dares make wait... and for so long at that."
While speaking, he examined Anning from head to toe. "And the ti wasn’t even spent getting ready for , appearing before so casually."
On her, Anning wore an old pair of jeans that looked ancient and an equally old white sweatshirt.
The epito of a hard-working and thrifty student.
Nothing like the woman of Ji Chicheng.
Anning was speechless; they had just t at ho, not going on a date, and she saw no need to dress up specially.
She wanted to counter but considering his indubitable arrogance, she decided against it, pouting and switching to a coquettish tone, "I thought you had left."
Chicheng was always to the point with her. Even if she made a grave mistake, all he looked for was her attitude. Seeing her initiative to acknowledge her fault and her pleasing deanor, he did not pursue it further and changed the subject, "What were you thinking about when you ca just now?"
Anning imdiately realized he was referring to what she was thinking while walking with her head down. She shook her head, "Nothing, I wasn’t thinking about anything."
There was no hesitation in her response, swift, but her evasive eyes betrayed her.
Chicheng’s tone turned icy again, "Lying to has severe consequences."
"Better not say it then." Anning did not persist in denying, lowering her head and muttering, "If I say it, you will definitely be unhappy."
Hearing this, Chicheng didn’t press her further, "Then don’t say it."
He then gave Anning a warning look, "And don’t think about it anymore."
His dominance left Anning feeling helpless yet enjoying it.
Not wanting to attract attention, Anning asked Chicheng to stop the car one stop away from school. Eventually, Chicheng conceded and let her off half a stop away.
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