Chapter 9: The Return of the Proud Son of Heaven (9)

She had a hunch that this guy must have been standing there very early, and he had seen everything about her and Ji Ruoqian just now.
But based on what she knows about him, he can express it in one word, and will never say another word. The oil bottle at home has arrived, and he won't bend over to help someone from above, so he won't go. Expose the truth to everyone.
"Just now..."
With luck, Ji Anning ran upstairs, and suddenly came a man's lukewarm voice behind him, with a leisurely tone, and paused after only two words.
Just now? Ji Anning's eyes widened, and she made a "chuckle" in her heart, and clenched her fists nervously.
"Are your knees okay?" The man's voice came from behind again.
Ji Anning was startled, this guy saw the scene just now, they grew up together, and he didn't see him caring about others.
Not to mention caring about her, the interaction between them has always been him hitting him and laughing at her.
He was telling her indirectly that she had seen everything just now.
Ji Anning was thinking about how to reply to the man behind him, and the man's voice sounded leisurely, "It was the right foot just now?"
"..." Ji Anning took a breath.
She knew, he saw, he stood on it for a long time, this sinister fellow.
Ji Anning gritted his teeth, turned around, and looked at Ji Chicheng with a slight smile, "What did the uncle say?"
Now whether he saw it or not, she couldn't admit it.
Play stupid.
"I was at that angle and saw that you stumbled with your right foot just now..." Ji Chicheng leaned lazily on the handrail of the stairs, with one hand in the pocket of his home pants, and the other pointing at the marble pillar at the entrance of the second floor stairs. On the right, looking at Ji Anning's right foot blankly, speaking at a speed slower than that of a sloth.
Let Ji Anning feel that he was deliberate.
She knew that, in fact, he did it on purpose.
Hearing that he was about to tell the truth about her and Ji Ruoqian just now, she hurriedly interrupted him, "Uncle, go to breakfast, don't let Grandpa wait too long."
"Oh!" Ji Chicheng could talk, nodded, then turned lazily, and walked towards the restaurant.
The white slippers worn on her feet are too lazy to lift her feet and drag them smoothly.
He entered the restaurant, should he tell grandpa?
Seeing that Ji Chicheng is so talkative, Ji Anning feels a little unsure. It is reasonable to say that he can't help after pouring the oil bottle, but he deliberately mentioned it to her... This is a bit abnormal.
The more Ji Anning thought about it, the more bottomless she became. When Ji Chicheng turned to enter the restaurant, she nervously shouted: "Uncle..."
Ji Chicheng stopped, turned around and looked at her, "What?"
"I haven't seen you in three years, you are more handsome again, uncle." Ji Anning grinned, smiling very...doglegs, the purpose is obvious.
It’s always good to say something good.