Turning off the TV, he put down the remote control and got up to go upstairs.

"Chicheng."

When Ji Chicheng walked past Lin Yanqin, Lin Yanqin suddenly called him.

He stopped, turned his head to look at her questioningly, lazily, "Is there anything wrong with my sister?"

Looks like she doesn't bother to care about her.

But Lin Yanqin still smiled, "Xiang Ting is doing well at school, right?"

"No time to pay attention." Ji Chicheng replied lightly, frowning slightly.

The expression seems to be asking: Do you treat me so freely?

After he finished speaking, regardless of Lin Yanqin's green face, he turned and left without looking back.

This kid, since childhood, has never respected her sister-in-law.

If she didn't hate Yang Yufang's mother and son even more, she wouldn't even look at him when she was in this house. He would still be like something.

Lin Yanqin gritted her teeth and stared at Ji Chicheng's tall and arrogant back, thinking angrily that if the glass in her hand was not of good quality, it might have been crushed by him.

...

Because of the TV episode last night, Ji Anning is still embarrassed, afraid to see Ji Chicheng. She gets up and washes out. When she goes downstairs, she sees that Ji Chicheng is not downstairs.

She carried her bag and walked hurriedly to the door.

The old man was reading the newspaper on the sofa, Ji Anning stopped in front of him, "Grandpa early, I'm going to be late for class, and I'm leaving now."

After saying hello, she was about to raise her foot to continue walking towards the door. The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at her, "Are you not eating breakfast?"

Ji Anning was surprised. In this situation, his old man just said "Um" without raising his head.

Without giving herself too much time to think about this problem, she smiled and shook her head, "No, I will buy something to eat at school."

Hearing this, the old man didn't say a word. He looked at the servant who was squatting on the side and was making tea for him, and said, "Sister Ling, go to the kitchen and bring something to Anning."

"Okay." Ling's wife responded and got up and went to the restaurant.

Ji Anning was not hypocritical, smiled and looked at the old man, and thanked him, "Thank you, grandpa."

At this time, the old man lowered his head and looked at the newspaper in his hand intently, wearing reading glasses, and there were a few white threads in his hair and eyebrows.

Not knowing what he saw, his brows suddenly frowned.

Ji Anning shifted his gaze to the newspaper in the hands of the old man. It was a piece of news about refugees from a certain country. She happened to read the headline of the news clearly. His old man suddenly sighed and turned the newspaper over.

That sigh contained a lot of helplessness and pity.

Ji Anning looked at him, feeling strange for a moment, and then she curled her lips in relief.

If you can sit in his position, if you always show the good side, how can you stand up majesty, and how can you make competitors afraid of him?

She thought, she could not dislike his old man.

...

"How can Grandpa treat Ji Anning so well now?"

The three Lin Yanqin mother and daughter upstairs were standing at the top of the stairs. They were very jealous when they saw the old man calling Ji Anning to stop him and asking the servant to give her the breakfast.

Especially Ji Ruoqian, who was punished by his father several times because of Ji Anning.

"Oh, grandpa is counting on someone to give him a great-grandson."

Ji Xiangting said coolly, while staring at Ji Anning hostilely and jealously.

Ji Ruoqian frowned depressed, "I really can't stand my grandfather, what kind of family is our family? He is so superstitious, he believes in a fortune teller."