The handsome face had less of its usual authority and more of an elder's kindness.
His gaze first fell on Ji Chicheng, but Ji Chicheng kept a cold face, with no change in the usual attitude toward him, even more... ruthless.
Perhaps it was because he had heard about his mother.
Charles opened his mouth but finally shifted his gaze to Ji Anning, advising, "Niannian, go upstairs, take a bath, change your clothes. I'll introduce you to some people."
"Oh." Ji Anning nodded almost instinctively.
Like an obedient child.
Charles' lips turned up slightly, and Ji Anning followed with a slight curl of her lips.
She seemed quite saintly, this old man had once forced her with her uncle, even injured her aunt's feet, and didn't let her meet her uncle for more than two months.
Domineering, selfish.
Yet now she even felt sympathy for him, even pitied him, really deserving to be mistreated.
"I'll go over first."
