Ji Anning could only think of two words to describe Charles at this moment: pervert.
An older man expressing increasing interest in a younger man was just too perverted.
She wrapped her arms around Ji Chicheng's waist and pushed him backward, protecting him.
Seeing this, Charles laughed and looked up, "Niannian, do you really think that if I didn't want to let you go, you could just escape on a plane?"
Indeed...
Ji Anning turned back to see the bodyguards still holding guns aimed at Qi Helian; if any one of them, just anyone, had a gun go off, Qi Helian would be dead.
And as Qi Helian walked closer to them, those people forced him even harder, their index fingers still on the triggers, always looking like they were about to shoot.
However, on Qi Helian's face, there seemed to be no sign of fear. How on earth were these people trained to have such good mental strength?
