This was a warning, and then she turned around, dragging her suitcase, and left without looking back.
Ji Jingfeng clenched his fists tightly, glaring at Ji Anning's upright back, dignified and silent. He was holding back a bellyful of fire, yet he had to suppress it.
There was a boat on the island, but it only took orders from the old master, so when Ji Anning decided to return, she had already called the old master.
The old man was so happy to hear that she wanted to come back; he immediately had a yacht waiting for her at the dock.
But Ji Anning didn't expect the old master to personally wait for her at Hai City's dock.
The old man was dressed in a black coat, wearing gold-framed glasses, standing on the tall stone-carved fish to the right of the dock, facing the sea breeze, a kind smile hanging on his face, looking spirited.
Ji Anning thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes several times. When she was sure it was him, her jaw almost dropped in astonishment.
