Then she rubbed her eyes and ran out of the dilapidated operating room at the fastest speed.
Turning around, she was startled, her footsteps paused for a moment, and then she stepped back.
The man came as if draped in millennia-old frost.
Seeing Ji Anning, his eyes, red with anger, flashed with tension and he dashed to her side.
Reaching out, he clamped her jaw, "Ji Anning."
He gritted his teeth harshly, and for a moment, truly wished to strangle this silly and foolish girl.
Ji Anning stared in fear at the man who resembled a demon, her legs almost giving way, her mouth agape, "Uncl…Uncle."
Her throat could hardly produce a sound.
"Are you crazy, have you lost your mind?"
Ji Chicheng asked repeatedly, his face close to Ji Anning's, only a finger's width apart, the breath of anger pressing closer, "Who gave you such courage?"
As he asked, his grip increased in strength, "I'm asking you who gave you such courage?"
