She thought that Ji Mingyue was now convinced that she was her father's murderer, so filled with hatred for her that anything she would say, Ming Yue wouldn't believe.
Watching Ji Mingyue enter the elevator, Ji Anning finally looked away and turned to look at Charles, who was still lounging lazily on the sofa.
Ji Anning really wanted to complain to him, even though he was almost fifty, he still acted cool in an unserious manner.
Charles looked at her contemptuous gaze, smiled, and curved his lips, "Have you started to waver, thinking about marrying me in her place?"
"Not at all," Ji Anning said very openly, "I am thinking about how to persuade her, how to convince her to believe me."
This was her purpose for moving back into Charles's home, and she thought that even if she didn't say it, Charles would also figure it out, so there was no point in hiding it.
Charles shrugged with a smile, "Good luck with that."
