Ji Anning lifted her head and looked at the man standing beside her, his towering stature giving her an intense sense of suffocation.
Her mouth hung open, stunned by Ji Chicheng's forthright and domineering words, not knowing how to react for a long time.
"So what if I've slept with her, and we have a child? What does that count for?"
What is he... what is he trying to do?
Ji Anning stared blankly at Ji Chicheng. Was he trying to expose their relationship in front of everyone, right at their grandfather's grave?
Coming to her senses, she turned around, reached out and grabbed onto the hem of Ji Chicheng's trousers, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging him not to speak, "Uncle..."
She was about to get up.
Ji Chicheng looked down, "Did I allow you to get up?"
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, exuding an aura of undisputed authority.
Ji Anning immediately knelt back down on her knees. Suddenly remembering something, she turned her head anxiously to look at Ji Jingfeng.
