Ji Anning didn't want to deal with him and simply closed her eyes.
Charles didn't speak either. They rode in silence to the house. As the car door opened, Ji Anning heard Ji Ming Yue throwing a tantrum in her room on the second floor.
There was also the sound of dishes shattering. She quickly got out of the car, lifted her skirt in her hands, and hurried inside, tossing off her high heels and running barefoot up to the second floor.
Several servants stood at the doorway of Ji Ming Yue's room, each sporting a frightened look, not daring to go inside.
"Excuse me." Ji Anning squeezed through the door and saw Ji Ming Yue, disheveled, sitting in a wheelchair with food and soup spilled all over the floor.
Two older servants were squatting on the floor, picking up the shattered cups and plates.
"Get out, all of you, get out!"
Ji Ming Yue held her head, screaming, her emotions extremely volatile, yet her expression seemed very anxious.
