"Don't." Ji Anning's eyes widened in alarm as she instinctively rushed forward to shield Ji Chicheng.
'Bang!'
Just then, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the sky, and the scene fell quiet.
Ji Anning stared with wide eyes, her face deathly pale, dumbfounded as she looked at the gun in Charles's hand.
She dared not turn her head, dared not breathe.
If, if she did not hear his voice in the next second, she would never breathe again.
"Charles."
Suddenly, a chair flew from afar, landing right beside Charles's foot.
It was his voice, his voice.
Ji Anning was ecstatic, as if she had just walked away from death's door. She turned her head to look at the man rushing toward her, and at that moment, not knowing where the strength came from, she pushed Charles away, lifted the hem that was hindering her steps, and threw herself into the arms of the man she yearned for.
"Uncle, Uncle…"
