Ji Chicheng's fingers suddenly tightened, and it's very likely he'll erupt in the next moment. Ji Anning's hand was held by him, and she felt the pain.
She lowered her head, wondering if this brainless guy was here to help Ji Jingfeng insult her.
As she was thinking, the voice from the other side sounded again, "I've seen you on TV as well, you're even prettier in person than on television. Is Ji Jingfeng's brain broken, how could he not want you?"
Ji Anning: "..."
This kid is doomed.
"Hmm, so you guys are the same." Ji Chicheng's other hand formed a fist and fiercely punched the man's face.
With one punch, the man almost fainted, stumbling several steps before steadying himself, blood even came out from his teeth.
He lifted his head, covered his face, and glared angrily at Ji Chicheng, "Why are you hitting people?"
Ji Chicheng sneered, "Because your face says 'I need a beating'. I'm just fulfilling your wish."
