Suddenly, Ji Chicheng reached out his hand, grabbed hers, and pulled her towards him, "Drive back the car you took from my house."
He forcefully pressed the car key into Ji Anning’s hand.
Ji Anning looked up in surprise. The man’s handso face was blurred in her vision, as if there were vast distances between them.
"You thought she was already dead, right?"
At that mont, Charles’s voice suddenly ca through from the doorway, unexpectedly cold.
Ji Anning’s fingers tensed up fiercely, clutching Ji Chicheng’s hand, as she turned to look at Charles.
He stood atop the steps of the front door, under the porch light, looking more like Satan co to rule the world, his sinister blue eyes staring at Ji Chicheng beside her, with an inscrutable smile.
Ji Chicheng also looked at Charles with disdain, "I am just having her drive the car back that she took from my place."
Saying that, he raised an eyebrow at Charles, "When sothing is borrowed, shouldn’t it be returned to its rightful owner?"
"Considering you are her son, I’ll give you a choice, the car or her, choose one." Charles said, "You can leave your car here and walk her back in the rain, or you can return alone the sa way you ca."
Having said that, he waited with a faint smile for Ji Chicheng’s response.
Ji Chicheng tugged at the corner of his mouth coldly, responding without weakness, "I’m soone who hates not seeing things through, so today, I’ll take both the car and the person."
Upon hearing this, Charles’s expression abruptly changed, "Young handso man, to this day, no one has dared to be so reckless with ."
As he spoke, his teeth clenched, and a chilling violence erged that Ji Anning could feel even from this distance.
"Uncle, move!"
With a flash in her eyes, she pushed Ji Chicheng forcefully.
"Bang!"
A gunshot echoed, filling the rainy night with murderous intent.
Ji Chicheng was pushed several steps away by Ji Anning. Hearing the gunshot, he was montarily confused, then turned around.
Seeing Ji Anning standing unhard, his emotions beca uncontrollable as he roared at her, "Ji Anning, have you lost your mind?"
Before anyone had reacted, Ji Chicheng reached out and snatched the gun from one of the female bodyguards.
As swift as lightning, he raised the gun at the man standing in the doorway.
’Bang!’
The bullet grazed past Charles’s shoulder and hit the door.
"Mr. Charles."
The two bodyguards glanced at Charles anxiously, and upon seeing that he was not seriously hurt, imdiately turned their murderous gaze towards Ji Chicheng.
"Back off."
Before the two bodyguards could take action, Charles suddenly commanded.
The bodyguards looked at Charles, puzzled, but still backed down.
"You may take her, the car and the person." Charles looked at Ji Chicheng, his deep blue eyes suddenly tinged with sadness, and said, "Not for any other reason, but because you’re more of a man than Ji Zhengdao, you have the capability and the courage to protect her."
"Hmph!"
Ji Chicheng snorted coldly, threw the gun on the ground, and got into the car.
Ji Anning was still standing in the rain, glanced at Charles who turned to enter the house, and for the first ti, sensed loneliness and desolation emanating from him.
After Ji Chicheng started the car, the headlights ca on, interrupting Ji Anning’s thoughts. Realizing what was happening, she didn’t hesitate for a second and imdiately got into the car.
The car’s heating was on, and so was the music.
A British-style piano piece with a gentle lody evoked a sense of quiet and relaxation.
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