While lost in thought, Ji Ming Yue fell off the bed. Standing beside the bed, Charles, hands tucked into the pockets of his crisp trousers, looked down from above at Ji Ming Yue as she crawled towards Ji Anning, his demeanor composed.
Dragging her frail body inch by inch closer to Ji Anning, Ji Ming Yue was filled with hatred and resentment.
"Little aunt." Ji Anning was startled by Ji Ming Yue's reaction; it took her a while to come to her senses. She quickly rushed over and bent down, intending to help Ji Ming Yue up.
However, before she could touch Ji Ming Yue, Ji Ming Yue swung her hand and clawed at her face, bellowing furiously, "You ungrateful wretch, I'm going to kill you."
Ji Anning was bewildered, unable to comprehend why Ji Ming Yue hated her so much.
Ignoring the pain from the scratch on her face, she looked up perplexedly at Charles, thinking he must know the reason.
Charles merely looked at her with a smile, offering no answers to the doubts in her heart.
