He walked past the dining room, his steps did not linger, and he headed straight for the entrance, opened the door, and went out.
Ji Anning was a bit curious, wondering who was important enough to make Ji Chicheng personally receive them at the door. But then she remembered their elevator—if no one went down to fetch the visitor, he really couldn't come up.
"Mommy, eat."
Fenfen held out a chip to Ji Anning's lips, interrupting her thoughts.
She opened her mouth, smiling slightly as she ate the chip, then gently patted Fenfen's head and made a pouting gesture. "You should eat fewer snacks like these, Fenfen. They're all junk food."
"Fenfen likes junk." Fenfen pouted too, tilting her head, and rebelliously stuffed several chips into her mouth.
Ji Anning started to laugh, and affectionately pinched the little girl's chubby cheeks, "Yeah, you like junk food and your dad buys it for you, whereas I used to have a skewer and he would look down on it."
