The pain was so severe that it took her a long while to recover.
"Please leave, both of you."
Mr. Wu, the assistant, came over and politely told Ji Anning and Charles to leave.
"Let's go." Charles reached out, grabbed Ji Anning's arm, and turned around, dragging her away.
After a few steps, he suddenly turned back to look at Ji Chicheng, silhouetted against the light, and then at Ji Zhengdao, who was sleeping on the bed. A hint of suspicion flickered in his deep-blue eyes.
Ji Chicheng's eyes were fixed on the uncurtained window. Through the glass, the figures of Ji Anning and Charles walked away together, disappearing.
'Brother, don't be scared. When I escape, I will definitely take you with me.'
The long-restrained possessiveness within him roared crazily, gnawing at every inch of his skin, forcing him to turn back... turn around.
The tall figure dashed out of the room, catching sight of Ji Anning's figure as she turned the corner and vanished.
"Ji Anning!"
