Ji Chicheng nodded, "Okay."
Ji Anning was surprised that he agreed so easily, and he showed no reaction to her deliberate teasing.
This... was not his style.
Suddenly, Ji Chicheng added another sentence, "I'm waiting for the day you let me into the light."
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and walked past Ji Anning.
His tone sounded petulant but was filled with patience and tolerance, his proud figure tall and majestic.
Ji Anning pursed her lips, feeling very solid and reassured.
...
Their father was cremated three days after his death. The burial plot had been chosen two years earlier because his health had been poor for many years, and there was always the possibility that he might pass away any time.
So, when Ji Anning was capable, she had arranged everything in advance.
It was in C City.
On the day of the funeral, Xiang Yiqing and Qi Helian both came, as well as a few distant relatives of their father.
