Ji Anning pouted, "I won't come over, if you dare, you come here."
As she spoke, she reached out to close the window and then grabbed the curtain, the man opposite suddenly braced himself on the railing, leaped over, and flipped to the outside of the railing.
Ji Anning exclaimed in a low voice, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
She nervously opened the window again, her upper body leaning out, looking at the man climbing towards her side, with her heart pounding as though it was about to leap out.
"How could I let my dear niece be disappointed?"
Ji Chicheng climbed as he responded to Ji Anning's words.
"..."
Ji Anning, not wanting to distract Ji Chicheng, pressed her lips together and didn't dare to make a sound, watching with her heart in her throat as he slowly approached.
Once he reached her side, she quickly reached out a hand, "Uncle, give me your hand."
'An'an, give me your hand.'
