Chapter 8: The Return of the Proud Son of Heaven (8)

"Mom, I'm fine, grandpa is angry, go eat breakfast."
Ji Anning pushed Yang Yufang into the restaurant.
Yang Yufang looked at her worriedly, "Then you go upstairs and get some ice pack yourself. If it doesn't work, let Doctor Zhang show you."
"I know."
After finally sending Yang Yufang away, Ji Anning breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the stair railing, looking in the direction of the restaurant, recalling Ji Ruoqian's resentful look just now, she coldly curled her lips.
There is no trace of the weak little white rabbit just now, just like a sly little fox with a black belly.
Suddenly, she felt a gaze looking at her, which was above...!
She turned her head abruptly, looked at the top of the stairs, with a "chuckle" in her heart, and her hands that had just dropped also trembled.
That condescending, disdainful gaze...
Ji Anning was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, her voice trembling, "Little...Uncle."
Suddenly he changed from a black-bellied little fox to a little white rabbit.
This role reversal is not something ordinary people can control.
With a cry, she looked away with a guilty conscience, and tensed her hands back, squeezing the skirt tightly.
The man's indifferent gaze nailed her feet like nails, and she couldn't move forward.
When did this guy stand there? She didn't dare to look at his face, let alone his deep eyes, and she dared to look through them as if he had seen them through.
How much did he see in the scene between her and Ji Ruoqian?
"Ok!"
The lukewarm response made Ji Anning's heart even more desperate, and his heart'suddenly', beating fast.
She was gritting her teeth and gathering courage to go upstairs, when footsteps suddenly came upstairs.
He...come down!
The man walked downstairs step by step, dressed in smoky gray casual home clothes, completely different from the white shirt he was wearing in the car just now, but the feeling was the same.
Fresh and refreshing, clean and bright.
That handsome face is less youthful and childish than it was three years ago, but the eyes and expressions are still...arrogant! indifferent!
Especially those peach blossom eyes with slightly curled tails are full of charm in the coldness.
It's like a deep vortex, if you look at it more, you may be sucked in and unable to get out.
After three years, this grandfather's apex pet has finally returned, and the family feels a little more uneasy.
Harm, it is really a scourge.
Ji Chicheng's footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the tall figure, accompanied by his cold breath, approached her. She bit her lip, still afraid to look at his face.
It wasn't until the seemingly elegant fragrance pours into her nose that she lifted her head in a puff and smiled at the man who had arrived in front of her, "Uncle, I'm going upstairs first."
Ji Anning slightly nodded at Ji Chicheng, then lowered his head and raised his feet, and quickly passed him.