"Be careful with your right hand while you sleep," Ji Chicheng looked down at the hand Ji Jingfeng had wrapped around Ji Anning, his tone ominous, "It might just disappear someday, just like Bai Guo's..."
At these words, Ji Jingfeng's expression changed, and he reflexively withdrew his hand from around Ji Anning's waist, then he bit his lip, his face full of reluctance.
Ji Chicheng coldly tugged at his lips, shifting his gaze to Ji Anning, his expression immediately becoming tender, "I'll come to pick you up in a couple of days."
Ji Anning bit her lip, responding to Ji Chicheng with a bowed head.
At this moment, her heart was a mix of complex emotions.
...
"Qi Helian is such a playboy, changing girlfriends every other day, and yet he boldly claims he changes women more often than he changes clothes."
"How many rich men aren't fickle?"
Ji Chicheng merely stood at the vestibule, watching Ji Anning and Ji Jingfeng's car leave, then he turned and entered the house.
