Ji Anning hadn't expected him to suddenly wake up, caught off guard, her mouth agape, not knowing how to explain, "I..."
She tried hard to pull her hand back.
But Ji Chicheng held on tightly, not letting go.
"What were you trying to do just now?" Ji Chicheng again spoke coldly.
His breath carried a strong scent of alcohol.
Facing his bloodshot eyes, the corners of Ji Anning's eyes also reddened, "I was just... just..."
She stuttered, unable to spit out the harsh words she intended.
"Get out!" Ji Chicheng suddenly released Ji Anning's wrist and forcefully pushed her backward.
Ji Anning staggered, her body recoiling sharply, her waist slammed into the corner of the coffee table, the pain causing her to grimace, but she clenched her teeth, refusing to cry out in pain.
The man glared at her, "You could try challenging me once more."
"I know I was wrong."
At this moment, she really couldn't bear to provoke him any further, pity was not even quick enough.
