Ji Chicheng's gaze shifted coldly from Ji Anning and looked towards the housekeeper whose eyes were red from crying, "What are you all looking at? Take her away immediately!"
His eyebrows knitted ever so slightly, exuding authority.
"Yes." The housekeeper, revitalized from his grief, responded, stepped forward, grabbed one of Ji Anning's arms, and whispered to her, "Miss Anning, let's go."
Ji Anning was pushed back by the housekeeper. She didn't struggle but kept looking at Ji Chicheng with a face full of despair. Her heart felt cold; the tears in her eyes were icy.
The three policemen observed the situation, exchanged glances, then the one in charge stepped forward and gave a slight nod to Ji Chicheng, "Young Master Ji, let the police handle this."
