Ji Chicheng stared with wide eyes, sowhat incredulous.
The cowardly girl who only dared to make small moves behind his back had actually dared to smash his car in front of him.
Ji Anning, seeing the shattered glass, was also shocked. Her heart raced with panic, for that was a Maserati worth millions.
She quickly turned her head, avoiding Ji Chicheng’s gaze.
Impulse truly is the devil...
Seeing her fear, the man in the car couldn’t help but laugh coldly. He started the car and slowly drove up beside Ji Anning.
Ji Anning now regretted her actions too late, fearful and unable to face him. When Ji Chicheng rolled down the car window, she almost instinctively turned around, facing away from him.
What should I do? What should I do?
Ji Anning, have you lost your mind? How could you stone Ji Chicheng’s car? Now you’re dood.
Ji Chicheng frowned and stared at Ji Anning for a while, guessing her emotions at that mont. Then he curved his lips, a cunning glint hidden in his eyes.
He spoke coolly, "Ji Anning, get in the car."
His tone was commanding. Ji Anning shrank her neck, too scared to face him. In her eyes, Ji Chicheng seed to hold grudges, absolutely petty, not bothering with her unless provoked, even if you committed arson or murder right before his eyes.
But once you angered him, there usually wasn’t a good outco, even if it was his own niece.
Ji Ruoqian had once been mischievous at ho, spilling a drink on one of his signed T-shirts, and he had locked Ji Ruoqian on the rooftop for an entire day.
At that ti, Ji Ruoqian was only eight years old, while he was sixteen.
Although she did not like Ji Ruoqian, she despised Ji Chicheng’s petty-mindedness.
However, in her mories, the tis he had fought with Ji Jingfeng were the most frequent, always ending up with Ji Jingfeng being inadvertently made to cry by him. It only improved sowhat when they grew older, but still, there was little communication between the uncle and nephew.
The fates of those who had wronged Ji Chicheng were clearly etched in her mind, making Ji Anning even more nervous.
He owned several cars, and this was the one he drove every day, probably his favorite, so like with Ji Ruoqian, he had touched sothing he cherished.
She was already late for her class!!!
Ji Anning was both scared and anxious.
"Ji Anning, it’s no use hiding. The car is already damaged by you,"
ca Ji Chicheng’s cold voice from behind, but his true emotions were imperceptible.
Ji Anning felt that continuing this way was not a solution and simply turned around, saying to Ji Chicheng in the car, "I’ll pay for the damages then."
She lifted her chin slightly, neither cringing nor arrogant.
A car is not a signed T-shirt; its glass can be replaced.
Although this piece of glass might cost her a fortune...
Ji Anning thought, beginning to recall the last ti she deposited money, the digits in her bank account, her heart bleeding.
"Alright, you’ll compensate then,"
Ji Chicheng nodded, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes gleaming with an increasingly evident mischievous amusent.
"Get in the car."
Accustod to controlling the bigger picture, used to manipulating everything, his tone was unequivocal.
Ji Anning frowned, "I already said, I’ll pay you."
Her eyes reddened a little, this person, how could he be so unyielding, especially since they had grown up together, didn’t he...
Stepping back ten thousand steps, he was still an elder.
Seeing her about to cry, Ji Chicheng felt a frustrating mix of disappointnt and involuntarily softened his tone, "How can you compensate if you don’t get in the car?"
Ji Anning retorted puffily, "You go get it fixed first, tell how much it costs, and I’ll pay you."
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