Ji Ming Yue's attitude was within Ji Anning's expectations.
She didn't feel embarrassed, because she thought that everything was worth it for the sake of Ji Chicheng, as long as he stood by her side and protected her, that was enough.
Ji Anning bowed her head, not replying to Ji Ming Yue's words.
Because no matter what she said, Ji Ming Yue wouldn't understand. Now in her heart, even if Anning was not the murderer of the old master, she was still the instigator of his death.
"If you have any shame left, please leave tomorrow."
The sound of Ji Ming Yue's voice rose again, this time directly ordering her to leave.
Ji Anning was about to lift her head when the man beside her suddenly took her hand, interlocking their fingers tightly before lifting them and saying to Ji Ming Yue, "As long as Ji Chicheng is in this house, so will Ji Anning."
Their stance was resolute.
Ji Ming Yue was furious, "Ji Chicheng, don't push me."
