She didn't talk about the latter, and it was okay. When she said that, Yang Danning became even more annoyed, "Fart, you have broken me, I will not call you next time."

Ji Anning frowned puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"How uncomfortable are you?" Yang Danning complained fiercely: "Can't you bear it? You are her niece and daughter-in-law anyway, you say you are uncomfortable, how can he be a little uncle at ease?"

Ji Anning listened, still confused. She glanced at the front of the road to see if there was an available taxi. She glanced at the door of the private custom shop inadvertently, and the familiar tall figure ran out of it.

She now knew what Yang Danning meant.

Feeling guilty, "Danning, I'm sorry."

Sorry she didn't have the courage to tell her the truth, sorry she was really sorry.

Ji Anning apologized in her heart, and a thread that controlled her emotions was suddenly broken. She squatted down, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and her leg in the other, biting her lips, her eyes filled with tears.

What to do, Dan Ning will know all this one day, what will she do?

She apologized so sincerely that made Yang Dan's heart softer, "Okay, you go home quickly and rest, keep your spirits up, and don't be like a drug addict on our engagement."

Ji Anning bit her lip and nodded, "Hmm".

When she hung up the phone, Ji Chicheng had already reached her, she suddenly got up, stared at him angrily, and snarled at him, "Ji Chicheng, why are you pushing me like this?"

She burst into tears, her petite body, trembling angrily.

Ji Chicheng raised his eyebrows calmly, "Yang Danning probably will come down soon. Are you sure you want to talk to me here?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Anning quickly stretched out his hand to wipe away the tears, turned and walked away quickly.

"You go one step further, and I will go over and hug you."

Ji Chicheng's threatening words came from behind.

Ji Anning stopped, she raised her head and took a painful breath, trying to suppress her emotions.

...

After not seeing each other for a week, he changed his car, a black Porsche sports car, which did not fit his cold and reserved temperament at all.

With only two seats, Ji Anning had to sit in the passenger seat, and she fastened her seat belt in the car.

Ji Chicheng took an uneasy look before starting the car.

Ji Anning's mood is very bad. She doesn't want to speak for the time being. She opened the car window, facing out the window, letting the cold wind blow.

Ji Chicheng's voice came from behind, "Friday's chess preliminary match, you were introduced to the principal by me, don't shame me."

Undisputed warning.

Ji Anning heard the words, and the anger that was just about to be suppressed rushed up again. She turned to look at Ji Chicheng, "Ji Chicheng, can you not be so self-conscious? Occasionally stand in the perspective of others, even once, can't you?"

She is really tired.

"Your angle is too short, you have to look up at everything, why should I stand from your angle?" Ji Chicheng raised an eyebrow at Ji Anning expressionlessly.

Ji Anning: "..."

She really wants to make a swear word. How can they set off their high posture without their low angles?

"As long as you are selected for the preliminary round, I will completely let Yang Danning give up." Ji Chicheng said lightly.

Ji Anning frowned, her tone determined, "You are threatening me."

Ji Chicheng does not deny, "Or if you want to continue to see this, I am engaged to her and let her get deeper and deeper, but I will still get a secret knot with you, you choose one."