She bumped into her aunt, who frowned in confusion at her behavior, "Miss Anning, what's wrong?"
Ji Anning didn't dare to make a sound and desperately gestured to her aunt with her eyes.
But it was already too late.
A familiar female voice came from the dining room, "Ji Anning?"
There was surprise and suspicion in the tone!
"..." Ji Anning frowned and had no choice but to stop, casting an accusatory look at her aunt before reluctantly turning around to face the woman in the dining room who was looking at her with a face full of surprise. She forced a slight smile, "Little aunt."
Very nervous, very awkward.
It turned out that the woman sitting on the sofa just now wasn't that Korean; it was Ji Ming Yue.
Thinking about it, she felt even more embarrassed. She had been sulking in her room for half a day, complaining for half a day, looking down on everything for half a day, and it all turned out to be a joke.
