As he spoke, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at Ji Chicheng, then continued to carefully wipe the blood from his wound.
His actions were filled with care.
Ji Anning's mouth twitched.
In her eyes, she suspected this old man had split personality disorder.
It was he who had almost beaten her uncle to death, and now he was acting like a benevolent old man who felt pity for him.
What on earth did he want?
"What on earth do you want?"
As Ji Anning was pondering this question, Ji Chicheng suddenly shouted at Charles, unable to contain his anger, pushing Charles's hand away.
"I came to see how you were doing on her behalf, and I suddenly thought seeing you like this would definitely make her feel sorry for you," Charles stared at Ji Chicheng's bloodied lips again.
His eyes actually showed genuine pity, Ji Anning stared wide-eyed, thinking she was seeing things.
